She waves her hand. "Not your fault, Cole. Don't worry about it."

She grins a bit. "Absolutely insane. Any given night, the Trace tech will be lecturing at large, whether or not there's an audience to hear him. Nick and Warrick would be running through the halls, tossing a football. Catherine'd be giving me unwanted fashion adviced interspersed between reconstructing a glass door. And Grissom would be spouting off random bits of useless information that would somehow make sense at the time."