[Felicia pulls a face, making her way over to the desk Cain's sitting at while keeping a cautious eye (or two) on the troll]
If he's telling the truth—and from my own experiences, along with what the Colonel told me, I'll believe that—then perhaps assuming a mentorship role to an alien is... er, I guess I can understand it, if the alternative is the little squig going off on a mad killing spree.
[now at his side, she draws the report from her sleeve and sets it down on a clear space on the desk, next to Cain's plate of cold steak]
It wasn't my intention in dropping by to interrupt an impromptu mentoring session, only to return this to you. I made good use of my newfound modicum of freedom today by transcribing a copy of my own.