"I'm Jean, niceta meetcha.  Intel Team?  So you're not gonna lock me up or shoot me, or sell me as a slave or anything?  Thanks, that means a lot to me you know.  Anyway, you're talking about being a spy?  Would I get to drive fast cars at crazy speeds, and stuff?  That sounds like a blast!  And a much nicer blast than getting ventilated, you know?  So can we put the blasters away maybe?  I promise I'll be good."<br/><br/>Jean lets out some of the tension she's been holding in a nice long run on sentence, they weren't gonna shoot her, just offer her a job!