“Yeah, I could scare a couple of the little ones from trying to do the same to the routers. Now, I understand all those words separately, but when put together, they form gibberish. But again, you don’t have to apologize. I could listen to you talk technical jargon for hours if it meant a break from the usual. It is very, very far away, but paradoxically, closer than you would think. Also, I fancy myself a coffee purist, but can never really help myself when it comes to those sugary frappuccinos. Nefarious may be….stretching it. It’s just a bad feeling. The only reason I’m listening to it is because I’m a spy, and these feelings save my life sometimes.”
“I will stop myself from apologizing again. Hours? Truly? I would much rather listen to you talk of your exploits and the like, rather. I rarely drink coffee, or frappuccinos. That is certainly true, Selene, and a good survival instinct to have. You may be right. My suspicions are high. The only thing that concerns me is this... is it an internal affair, or not?”













