“Obviously”—Alex drew the word out into almost five syllables—“we have to do this together. You go in with my premixed solution in hand. Actually…” Her brain started turning over options. “More than one solution, I think. We’ll have to stay in contact so I can guide you to the best application—” Kevin gave her a withering look. “You’re in command, and I’m just following orders on the ground?” Alex stared him down. “Tell me your better plan.” Kevin rolled his eyes, but then refocused. “Fine. It makes sense. Whatever.”
