She grinned and tiptoed up to brush her lips against his cheek. A blatant gesture to be sure, and one she wasn't sure that he'd appreciate, but she wanted to. "No. Mister Kreuger is infected with a strain of the virus that I won't allowed to be passed on. Because he can't replicate that scrap of paper to perfection - I made it, and it can't be xeroxed because - " She walked over and took the scrap of paper from him before exiting the room and showing it to the secretary. The secretary read it, blinked and shook her head.
On their way down the stairs, Sadako had crumpled it up into a ball, leaving it in her fist. "I can burn images onto things for beauty or fun. I don't always imbue them with the virus. What I did before was imbue things with the virus that could be perfectly replicated. Videos, books, video games. Mass production feeding upon itself. This is my own handiwork." As they reached the street, she asked a man smoking a cigarette for his lighter, and lit the paper on fire.