She winced sympathetically. "Probably fell for the old, cut a deal with the DOJ line." She'd met her share of younger, more gullible abductees arrive under the impression their sentences had an end date, or their new digs having been advertised as being cushier. One knife in the back became another, and the Regiment went stabbing on. Stitches, indeed.
"The latter." She replied. "They like to shuffle me around." Back and forth, always being drawn up to deceive or surprise someone in the unlikeliest of places. She was like a card trick, but chattier. "They had me out on an assignment since February, but I guess my field reports got boring." She gestured at him. "Your soul looks nice and uncrushed. You must be new."