A moment of silence, then her shoulders visibly relaxed. "Well, you're right about that. I can't tell you the number of times that I've been blindsided by one of his little stunts...but you've put it eloquently enough to where you almost had me convinced he truly does care about me." Giselle smirked, finding humor in a statement that years ago would have left her in tears at the very thought. Thought time, as well as her unwavering resilience, helped her navigate through those darker times, especially with the absence of her mother, and now, thankfully, she didn't suffer due to the lack of emotional attachment

Giselle looked at the clock behind him near the ceiling, noting the time. "I'm sure I have a million and one more questions to ask, but they'll come to me in time. For now, I'm going to follow my same routine," Giselle added matter-of-factly. That much would not be up for debate, despite whether it made his job harder or not. If it didn't, good. If it did...it wasn't her problem. Clearly he knew what he was doing anyway. "Typically I get up, make my breakfast, come to work, then after work is where my routine ends. I could end up at the grocery store, the gym, home...you get it." 

Of course he did; that was his job.

There were some voices outside, maybe a parent visiting. Her head turned to the door as if expecting it to open, but there was no interruption. She looked back at him, calm and attentive, refusing to betray any hint of what was going on in his mind. That was a good thing, and she felt confident he'd get the job done flawlessly, even though they only met minutes ago.

"I'm sure my father has given you my contact information already, where I live...the works." Giselle turned around, looking for a sticky note and a pen from the desk for him to write down his number. "I'm going to get another phone for now, something temporary. If these people made such a bold claim, God knows whether they have already gained access to my devices. If you happen to have a faraday bag, I'll take it. If not, I'm sure one of the agents has one in their vehicle."

More voices outside, the typical back-and-forth one hears in the front office of a school. "Here, write down your number and I'll save it on the new phone," Giselle stepped towards him to hand him the note and pen.