Sims is Sam Anders. [An odd choice of name, but it serves its purpose. She begins there because it's undoubtedly the easiest place to start. Some part of Lexa does truly pity all the newcomers. Just as Bruce could not reverse the mistakes he had arrived to, it is the same for these people.]

It would be hard to be a spy, and if anyone chose to compromise the mission, it'd be obvious. [A beat—her words hang in the air, emotion seemingly nonexistent within her expression. Her eyes are cool, half-lidded as she dictates this. At least this woman cares to ask questions rather than proceed to make half-baked suggestions like Mara Jade. It already earns her a few brownie points in Lexa's eyes.]

But we've compromised the mission just the same. We've gained the eye of the wrong people, weren't subtle, and now have to move forward assuming that they will learn that we aren't who we say we are. Fortunately, no one is likely to assume that we're outsiders. [Unless someone messes that up. There's a hint of agitation in the link, but nothing more. Lexa can't keep everyone on leashes even if she really would like to.

Well, or at least teach them discipline which would be a leash on its own.]