[She's going to murder him, and use his vocal chords to start building one of those tacky rubberband balls.]

I would, in fact, be your lawyer, Mr... [She glances at her file for the answer she already knows and has mentally cursed out this morning.] Emerson. But I can call for Tim to run and get you whatever you want. We're not that far from a Starbucks, or we can have something made in the cafe downstairs.

[He wants to be petty? She can do petty.]