[He's settled on the far side of the desk, the cup between both his hands balanced on his hip. He drinks from it intermittently - the liquor isn't really suited for the weather even with the addition of ice.]

We're here to make sense of what they want and put it into the shape of a fight we can reasonably take forward. I'm all for their education - and Miss Jones should be educated -, but it won't make any difference without something real to bait them on with.