The smile that returned his remark was blatantly false.
"I assume that you're referring to my actions, Alistair," Katherine said, pausing to slide her credit card in a newsreader. Resting her watch against the panel, she glanced over at him as the information began to download in. "I miss newspapers. The kind that they printed on paper."
What she really missed was the fact that that particular media made it possible to slap someone with information quite literally, something that she would have liked to have done at the meeting with the mayor.