Kiri felt the weight of his colossal paw on her shoulder, gentle though she knew he could easily snap her  slender neck with it.  She nearly tipped her head so her cheek would brush over the top, having very little physical contact with any one, choosing instead to keep herself separate from the people she lived with for the last ten years.  His gravelly voice was as warm and calm as if he was chatting about the weather.  "Why do you have an Advent Psi-Implant in the back of your neck?"<br/><br/>He knew.  Her blood ran cold.  Just how much he knew was her question and Kiri gulped down a cold ball of fear, her young body now a confusion of hot and cold, arousal and fear.  Keeping her her voice light, she lied.  "I don't know what you're talking about, Admiral."  She would have moved to stand, but his hand still rested on her shoulder.  Damn, but she was in a jam.<br/><br/>Desperate, she pushed positive thoughts at him, and shifted her seat.  If she could get near the door, she'd make some reasonable explanation and slip away.  To where she did not know, because if this got out, she was in grave danger.<br/><br/>