The thing was, she did have occupational experience in textiles. The front for the Chicago headquarters for the Fraternity had them situated in a textile mill. It wasn't completely a lie. That was the world of gray she was comfortable with. White lies and half truths.
So when Ghost gave his own facetious response, Fox answered it in kind with a smirk. "Ballerina," she repeated. "Of course. Very graceful."
The tall slender brunette took another sip of whiskey. "So, what do you make of all this?" she asked. Her eyes flickering upward in the direction of the front door of the hotel. A nonverbal gesture towards the Seattle outside was the only indication of what she might be referring to.