Integra tidies her desk back up while he writes, and then takes the papers and sticks them in what amounts to her 'in' box. (Nobody likes paperwork. It's miserable. But she takes her job seriously and obsessively enough to be good at it anyway. Sigh.) She pulls a small silver pin - shaped a bit like a shield - out of her desk drawer, and comes around to stand in front of him.

"I have to put this on you manually," she explains, and holds it up in the direction of his jacket lapel, if he doesn't mind. "It's charmed not to work if anyone else does it; it's a pass through the wards. Princess Nuala makes individual ones for employees now that she's returned, so you can look forward to not bothering with this, as soon as she's had time."