"Questions for you, or for her?" Byerly asks, stretching out his legs and crossing them at the knee and slouching even further. Next to Tarn's upright stiffness, Byerly looks even more remarkably disreputable than usual. Somehow he manages to make the fresh fatigues look rumpled.

"Can we ask those? Probably better if we don't," he says in an aside to Tarn. "Though I know what a curious little bean you tend to be, you sweet little thing."