Frowning, Ghet drummed her fingers against her empty glass. "I can't see the TIF having come near Whispin unless they used ships, and I watch for them. It's not that I don't trust the buggers, it's just that I know them. And if anyone, anyone in the Fleet was involved in this? Heads will fucking roll." She blushed. "Well, okay, maybe I don't have the clout I used to, but I can certainly make a scene. But yeah, they're constrained to moving through space physically, and the lords don't often go off-world. Still, there are one or two I'd believe perfectly capable of doing this. Helen, we need to talk to Valin, but I'm not sure how well he'll deal with it. We should probably see Ro first. He'll cope just fine, that's what he does. Keeps me sane."
She glanced at Rhys, and blushed. "There's no hurry, though. Take some time."
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