Corana picks up the datapad in the hopes that it may be salvageable, and carefully checks the dresser and closet.<br/><br/><em>For evidence.  Not a new outfit, since we might be attacked any moment.</em>She thinks to herself.<br/><br/><em>Really.  Absolutely not looking for... oh, nice blouse!  Is that my size?</em><br/><br/>She belatedly calls the others.  "Found... err.  our... late contact.  She's... not our mole.  Probably."<br/>