"One can never be sure of anything, not fully. There are two parts to every story, and even two more to each of those parts. My best friend always told me, don't make a decision based on the words of someone else, but rather the look in their eyes when they think you aren't looking. If one judges a situation based only on what one says or does then you will be pulled into the web of a greedy spider." She didn't look up from the ground and her facial expression held little emotion, as did her voice. "Unless your friend can read minds, we won't know if he even suspects us or not.... Morrison, do you know the reasons for me signing up for the military? On paper, the reason is that it has always been my dream to serve my country and to protect my family, but in reality, I can do that job and remain a hell of a lot safer. I have never been good at talking to people, to be honest with you trust has never been a strong point of mine. The real reason I took this job was because I didn't have to talk to anyone, just pick up a gun and say 'yes sir'. What I found was that I could learn to trust those around me because they didn't act upon what was said about you or what you've said about any one else. Morrison, I want you to know that I trust you with my life and I don't know how many times that can be made clear. All I ask of you is that you give to me the same trust. As I said, two parts of every half of a story, and it is my choice to only show you an outward appearance. For now that is." Finally she looked up and looked right at Morrison, a soft smile. Then she pushed away from the car in the direction of the building. "You know, I'm pretty sure you are the first person ever to hear something as personal as that. Would you mind keeping it a secret? Wouldn't want word of it to reach my stuffed animals back home, they might get jealous." When she turned back her smile was playful and devious.