Annie's eyebrow raised briefly at his more worried expression before she moved on. She assessed Hemingway briefly as he stood and walked off to get dressed, before she sat down in the sofa.
"The doors to this cabin are sealed shut as though my security protocols have been activated, but the password is changed and I've not been able to crack it. Yet..."
She waves a hand, the table in front of the sofa flickers into life with a screen on it's surface and a holographic copy projected above it. The screen reads; " PLEASE ENTER PASSWORD: _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
HINT : S T O E E I T A E S S S I N O Y"
"Thoughts?" she says, looking over at him, taking another sip from her glass.