They go into Hill’s office, which is like a small box. Another rack of tomes, this one rising to the ceiling, stands beside a chrome-hued desk. Hill offers coffee or tea. Amy refuses. Hill looks to Bandit and waits. Is he waiting for a reply on the question of drinks, or is he looking for something more than anyone has mentioned? Is he strong enough to see through the mask cloaking Bandit’s aura? "I do not care for tea," Bandit says.