"Good girl." Goluboy tugs at a ringlet of her hair as he sits back against the desk and looks over her shoulder. He's looking at her browser tabs and desk to see if there's anything he could criticize her about for wasting company time or resources and finds nothing.

"I need you to make me a list of everyone who's complained about the way we're handling this, whether they work here or not. I need you to keep an ear to the ground for grumbling. Whenever there's an unavoidable tragedy like this, people look for some deep pockets to blame and sue. Can you do that for me?"