"Yeah, I have a device that can do that," she answers, a quirk of humor in her voice that she can't quite hide. He sounds like a grandpa. Not that she can blame him for not being up to date on terminology. But it can still be funny. She pulls a phone from the pocket of her jacket and opens up youtube. After queuing the song, she slides the phone across the table to him so he can play it when he's ready. "You can have that phone if you want. It's a burner. It can't be traced but it's still a good idea to turn it off when you're not using it."

She can tell he's mulling something over, but she waits patiently. His worried question is met with an immediate shake of her head. "Never." It's a question that requires a more thorough answer, but she's not going to make him wait for the crux of it. Not with that look on his face. "In training, you were as good to us as you could be. There was always a line where holding back would have made the handlers do something worse. You were good at toeing that line."

It's quiet for a moment as she looks at him, and then let her eyes skim over the items in the room. "On missions, you were always trying to protect me. Even when I didn't want you to." She lets out a breath as she finally looks back at him with a sad smile. "I meant what I said. And I know it might be hard to hear. We did a lot of bad things when we worked together. But my time with you was the only good thing I had in there."