She steps aside, keeping distance between the two of them. Their detente doesn't seem steady enough to survive getting into each other's personal space too much.

Dog tags. That means military, right? She frowns at him. Aperture took military contracts, didn't they? Or at least wanted them, if Black Mesa didn't get them first. Maybe it's another set of tests for the army or something. And he -- James? -- he's tired of it. In that much, she can relate.

To the question, she blinks, shrugs, and waves her finger and thumb in front of her forehead. Then she mimes writing and raises her eyebrows. This conversation is going to be pretty information light if she just has to mime things.