"Back to the Arms," she said. "They wouldn't dare to try for you there. Your room is rigged with rays."
Sutton chuckled. "I have to be careful or I would trip on them. But how come you know?"
"It is my job to know."
"Frind or foe?" he asked.
"Friend," she said.
He turned his head and studied her. She had slumped down in the seat and was a little girl…but she didn't have a checkered apron and she wasn't nervous.
"I don't suppose," said Sutton, "that it would be any use for me to ask you questions?"
She shook her head.
"If I did, you'd probably lie to me."
"If I wanted to," she said.