I-176-Oliver: Captree Main Orbital, Concourse Café
Marissa stiffens, “always a conundrum.”
She says carefully, “Obviously you shouldn’t tell me anything you really shouldn’t tell me, but if you have discretion over the matter and you think I can assist by knowing something, then I suppose it’s to your best judgement.”
Oliver’s shoulders drop. “No, I’m not supposed to mention it to anyone.”