"To start." ...that's not a joke, although it's hard to tell from the sweet way she delivers it- maybe she's just playing, she's never been one to play nice. (Just because she's playing doesn't mean she wouldn't like to wreck significant parts of the city, it just means it'd make her smile.)

She slides her bag toward him with the pointed toe of the high heel she's wearing, saying, "The folders are for you. That's where we got them."

Not that she has strong feelings about the subject, or anything.