The young woman pressed her lips together tightly, moving around through her equipment as though it wasn’t there, not tripping over anything as she paced. “I… lets just say I’m better at making enemies than friends.” she replied softly. “I can think of at least dozen people who could potentially want me dead, though most wouldn’t have the resources to pull something like this off.” her uncle would, but the way her cousin was going,  and as much as he complained about the boy’s lack of drive, and praised hers, she highly doubted it was him. And her cousin was far too stupid to do something this covert. He was more likely to pay someone to shoot her in public, and his arrogance would make him want to be there to watch. Not out in the fringes where no one would know she was dead for months.<br/><br/>She smiled a little at his comment about people like her, nodding. “My father actually fully supports what i’m doing. He even helped by setting up that scholarship two years before i went to university, so no one would notice that one of the ten winners the third year in was his own kid.” her smiled widened a little. “Of course he wasn’t expecting me to turn up 6 years later walking down the corridor of his own company… probably should have let him know.” she chuckled a little.<br/><br/>When his eyes drifted to her equipment, she bristled a little, but let out a sigh. Sometimes it was nice just to have someone to talk to about it. She came out from behind the coffee table she’d been working at, settling in the other chair. “Yes and No. a lot of our data is heavily encrypted. Granted i have most of the keys, and programs to filter out private communications from ITC information. I’ve spent the last few hour---” she blushed “---days running that software, and trying to see if i can’t find the bug in the system. I was noticing some corrupt data coming through on ships from this system as they entered the core worlds, and no one at the ITC outpost on Grissom seemed to know a damned thing about it, though they assured me they’d look into it. A year ago.” her tone told him more than her words. She’d been dismissed, ignored, in favor of more ‘important’ work. “If you want something done right, do it yourself.” she added, leaning back in her chair.