I considered her request, then gave my response. "There is an operation going on where I come from. We built a [details on ^382 redacted…]" I momentarily panic about what I said. "But I'm not responsible for it! I only arrived two days ago! I haven't played any role in it!"

[*974] chuckled again. "Didn't I say that we weren't going to torture you?", she said. "You didn't have to panic like that."

I say, "I know. I just felt like clarifying." I think for a moment, then add, "But aren't you, umm, displeased with my story?"

[*974] said, "It doesn't matter what your story is. What matters is how it compares to our other account of the scenario." Her smile warmed. "I'm not displeased with you for telling a story that reflects badly on you. I'm proud of you for being honest."

[*974] released eye contact with me and turned around. "However, to answer the question that you're worried about," she said, "we turn to [*724]."

- The Mouse Desk Descision