"They probably can't tell the difference between a Member and a Beefeater," she grumbles as she takes the paper. "What the ... and you got this today?" She glances over at the desk in the living room, where a laptop rests. "Well, now I'm wondering about that computer. It's secured by thumbprint, but you'd expect CSIS to have the high-end equipment." She resists the urge to deliver a lecture on the budgetary struggles between the two federal forces.