Ledger sighed a long, hard breath. “Look… I’m… Miss Dust.” He turned back to face her. “I’ll match those bits on my desk if you take that form and pretend we never had this conversation. No questions, no guilt—you just take the bits and never mention this again. If you don’t… we’re going to have a problem. Not today, not this minute… but we’re going to have a problem. Do you understand me?”