"Okay. Take a picture. Then send her to CPS."

The background fussing turns into crying. "Look, I need to take care of the real Willa. Was this it?"

Willa looks up at the knocking on the glass, eyes huge with innocence as she takes her hands off the keyboard. She already got what she wanted. Maybe he'll look away long enough for her to close the search page without him noticing her move the mouse. ...Then she just has to be sneaky about getting the paperwork off the printer. And hide it somewhere until she has a chance to give it a proper look.