"Oh, a few years," Morgan said vaguely, mentally adding the time since she'd last actually had to do the job (as a cover for a corporate sabotage job; perhaps next time the CEO of that failed company would do a slightly more thorough background check on the massage therapist he allowed into his highly secured building. It had been cake to walk in there, work on him, and tweak his security to allow her entry later that night.) "It's not my first time working on a cruise ship, either," she added, because that's what the resume for this identity had said, "but it's certainly my first on one this luxurious."