"Err..." The warm hand in his fritzed Weyland's brain and he struggled to pull it back together. Paperwork. They had to do paperwork... and... and... well... and...

"Um. Well... I did mention to my superiors that you would make a good regulator and they said that they'd be willing to do some preliminary examination when you showed up. So... um...?" He squeezed her hand tightly, trying to hold onto the clipboard with his other hand.

Too many thoughts flitted through his head. Because... technically speaking... they'd have to send her back if she didn't pass the tests. And she would have her memory wiped and she'd forget about him, but he wouldn't.

Also, what would Daly say? His partner was temperamental enough as it was.