Gabriel scratches one ankle with his other foot. He's wearing Keith Haring socks today. "No, sir." The way he cuts his eyes at the other two again gives the lie to what he said.
"Enough malingering," Blankenship says. "We have work to do."
"Bob, while I'm eager for us to come to consensus, there's no rush to get you set up. We have weeks before the spring semester begins."