[He's polite, even though formalities aren't exact necessary out here. By the end of a dig, almost everyone has seen everyone else's underthings and oi, shitwad has become a term of endearment.]

Ah. Apologies.

[With the number of people present on an active dig site of this scale, it's often difficult to keep track of everyone's names and positions - though she does make an extremely concerted effort to try. Lyle Decker, arbitrary facilities laborer, is not a face she remembers hiring herself, and he has the look of someone unaccustomed to the heat. An unusual trait in a person who should have some small experience in desert work.

The meat of it is that he sticks out like a sore, pale thumb, and Evelyn's immediate desire to probe for more information is tempered in light of the fact that he'll be working in her tent for the better part of the next hour, making him a relatively captive receptacle for questions.]

No, not at all - I was just cataloguing some of the acquisitions, I won't get in the way. Part of me wishes we could go back to a time where half a million dollars' worth of equipment wasn't required to do work out here. [She picks up a clipboard, frowning at its contents briefly before giving him a wry smile.] Not that I don't love ground-penetrating radar...