(Get caught up from the beginning.)
Hands clasped behind his back, Thom’s supervisor strolled around the room, looking over people’s shoulders.
The woman who sat next to Thom sighed and minimized an episode of Doctor Who. “When will this guy get a clue?” Clarice muttered, not seeming to look away from her monitor.
Thom rearranged the windows on his own screen. “He has a clue.”