Sharon rolled her eyes and sighed. "Really, trusting office rumors, Dugan?" she asked. "Our therapists and psychologists sign enough confidentiality contracts to make a sneeze liable to suit. Any plot wouldn't come from them." Swirling her drink, she took another drink. "They are looking for PTSD and dissonance, I am not going to throw someone half-afraid of the shadows back into a mission. It'll only end badly."