"Well, if you can't find him, you feel free to come find me. After all, if you know Kent, you know he's not exactly reliable."

But she fluttered her fingers in a wave before heading back to her desk. The office went about it's business, talk and chatter swirling around Jim. A few snatches of conversation were louder than others.

"--ing at Kent's desk? He's gonna be disappointed."

"--ow Kent? Who'd actually be friends with Kent?"

"He's probably just serving the guy some kind of legal papers or something."

"...what could Kent even do wrong? That'd require having a spine."

"Kent's been to Brooklyn? When? How'd he survive?"

"Probably someone scammin' him."

"I'm not going to get in the way. The story won't run, but it'll be great to laugh about later. Kent's such a putz. Were you there when--"

"Oh god, he fell for the dinner trick?"

"Oh yeah, Perry was on him for days..."