The thing is, Heather had never been good at waiting. On the other hand, she was at a loss, and whatever else was going on the guy in front of her seemed kind. Nervous, yeah, and apparently he bled black, but he was nice.

She could use a little of that.

So wait she did, although by the time he returned she was sitting cross-legged on the floor, her knees kind of butterflied up and her hands drumming a rhythm on her shins.

"I guess so? I mean, I never really had a debriefing before except for the one when they brought me in all like 'so you can stay here and be monitored or you can die', so I don't have much basis for comparison. but she offered me a job instead of a bullet, so that's already more than I expected?"