"Excuse me?" Devlin sat up straight, startled by the hostility in her voice and the rudeness of her words. What was she talking about, he was afraid of the Minister? He hadn't said anything like that, and definitely did not feel that way. He respected the Minister, and he agreed with his terms, but he wasn't scared of him. He had nothing to be afraid of. "How do you come up with these things? We're talking about how you've been fraternizing with the enemy. Don't try and turn this on me.
And what do you mean, 'the rest of us'? You -" he stopped abruptly, his mind jumping to the only other possible conclusion. "You've been talking with others, haven't you? Other outlaws. You do know talking like this can get you reported, don't you? Just like protecting these terrorists will."