"Yeah." She nodded, then shrugged, "Well, not any more, I was. For a while." Because while she hadn't learned any espionage at the Facility, she'd learned a whole lot about pretending to be something she wasn't. Most of it pretending to be a good little test subject who wasn't planning another escape.

At the trill, Bob gave a noise of his own, some combination of dial-up modem and rusty hinge.