Richard sighed, not liking what he was about to do if asking nicely didn't help here as he turned to the very frightened Cindy.  "Cindy, you know as well as I do that if any of Marco or Maria's little spies were around, I'd have picked up on them.  Sensing changed is one of a Xantelli's many talents.  I don't sense a thing, so anything we say will not make it back to them UNLESS you decide to be a narc of course.  You do that, and I won't be too happy....but I'll try my best not to turn you into a tulip if that does happen."  He replied, sighing as he looked at the beach, unable to meet Jasmine's eyes now that threat was out in the open.  "You're doing fine...Cindy.  You're doing a far better job than most, and if questioned I'll be sure to sing your praises when you're not going through said tourist's luggage, as you're usually ordered before they arrive to check for agents and other military personal."  The cat was out of the bag now he knew, but Jasmine deserved to know, even if she was an agent.<br/><br/>Looking up slowly, he looked into Jasmine's face, emotional upset clear in his violet eyes.  "I'm sorry...but you're right or you would be about needing a counselor, but the few I've seen were always too afraid to give an honest opinion considering what I could do to them here on this Island.  Key words there, on this Island.  We're powerless off this forsaken rock, or at least I hope so anyway, not so sure about Marco and Maria though since they were the first.  I would have left but I have no idea where I'd go...if anywhere is really safe so long as the Xantelli are in power.  That...and this Power, is also a curse.  It's able to corrupt anyone that has it....and I know it first hand considering I feel the urge...small now, to take what I want without question, to punish those without pause.  You name it...and I don't want to become like the monsters that rule this place."