"Understood," she says, leaning back while seated on the crate she's using for a chair so her back meets the wall, arms folded across her chest and legs stretched out in front of her. She knew exactly what he was when she first saw him, of course, but she hasn't placed the name.

"How's it looking so far?" If there's going to be trouble, she figures this is the first time it's likely to happen. The second likely time is when they make the swap.