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[ Misato lets the silence stretch from his last spoken words, attention tuned to a pair of Carpathans passing by them to head toward the crime scene with faces pulled taut with worry. How difficult it is to gauge friend from foe. Victim from perpetrator. Only when she thinks they're out of earshot does she speak. ]

I'll let you do that. I might need to work on the delivery first.

[ Still with a thrill of humor. See, Bellamy? There's nothing to fear. Except: ]

( Do you really think they can tell us apart? )