"Naturally," she mutters, peevishly knocking her stack together against the edge of her little desk, making sure all edges are perfectly aligned. At least they don't seem to be the same material replicated twice for them; what he has is infinitely more interesting than the old reports she has been given to 'gain a better understanding of her new division'—

Demon baby.

She inches her chair closer, taking the proffered paper.

"It is a doll." Here she shows him the word, runs her finger underneath of it. Doll. Right there. She continues, "It has..." squinting, now. Frowning, "Real hair and eyelashes. Disgusting."