She poured him a cup of coffee, then poured herself one and sat back so he could eat. "Wish I could do more, but I'm pretty close to the limit." If he produced real intel, she would be able to keep him in a pleasant room with her company until it was time for him to go. That was also going to hinge on if she could make everyone understand what he did and how it could be used. "But I'm on your side here."
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Date: 2013-09-29 02:56 am (UTC)