“Long live the Emperor,” Kara agreed with Gullins as she looked over the papers with a practiced eye. “Yes, everything is in order.” She returned the documents. The brunette agent might have walked away then—she had a lot of paperwork now after her find—but catching the traitor had put her in a rare good mood. And while Kara’s superiors might often complain about her lack of tact, she was capable of faking politeness when it served her purposes. Maybe this girl was loyal enough to be useful.<br/><br/>“My apologies for how I reacted earlier—I just don’t like being interrupted on official business, and I didn’t realize you were in real distress.” Kara was not much of a conversationalist, and it took her a few seconds to think of anything to say. “It’s commendable that you would voluntarily take on such a dangerous infantry posting—you’ll be facing the enemies of the Empire up close. Both those without and within, apparently,” she added, looking to the contraband book. “Can you believe this garbage? It’s amazing how self-destructive people can be these days, turning against the Imperial strength that shields humanity from aliens and chaos.” Kara knew Gullins would agree with her, of course—everyone with sense agreed with a politico. What the agent was curious about was whether there would be any real passion in the response.