lysistrategic

Even when she thinks she might get off with just the pleasant wave of greeting between two morning joggers, Joan wracks her mind for some means to remember him. She's looked over the journal already (Arthur gave it to her, and directed her to the critical files on her computer; she hates that he knows, hates the look in his eyes, but she's grateful for his non-patronizing assistance) but her mind is stuck on operational details. The last thing she remembers is being in a bathroom in an office building in Mexico City with Annie and Meg. When he matches pace with her, it's clear she must know him more than in passing, but it takes too long to link the smile, the generally peaceful demeanor, the jogging and the tendency to listen before he talks to -- "Dale, good morning."