His smile is genuine. I can't clearly remember the last time I saw a real smile like that.

Well, that's a lie. I could, theoretically, remember it perfectly. I choose not to, to keep my past cleanly divided from my present.

"You're spies, then." It's a gamble, being so blunt, but he seems to be alright with plain and straightforward talk.

"Definitely not the place for everyone."

I'm still a little surprised he doesn't automatically know who I am, or at least know of me in an existential sort of way. Unless he does, and he's just very crafty about not letting on. It occurs to me that we might be sharing quarters specifically because of his rank and position, and it's possible relation to my history.

Not that I care. I've left it behind.