[He doesn't really look up from his papers either, walking over to stand by her desk, pausing for a moment as he reads over a piece of it.] I need your help. These numbers are... I don't even fucking know. [He says this tiredly, dropping down into his usual seat.] This guy's an idiot. That or he's stealing from me. Do you mind looking at this and telling me I'm not crazy?
YEP. Rogue should invest in whips and chains.