A business card? Jesus christ. Rosa took it with a quirk of her brow before looking down at the name.

Snorted. Yeah, that sounded about right.

Then let out a sigh of her own as she tucked it into her pocket, because pretending not to be worried could take a lot out of you, and it had definitely been a whirlwind morning so far.

"And if you need help with anything," she offered, "let me know. I don't have a business card, but--"

She stopped.

"Oh, wait, yes, I do."

Look, she was still new to the freelance stuff and also not usually a nerd.

So she handed one of over.

And the printer definitely used the abbreviation.