"Hmm, I've sat on your lap before." Her grin disappeared as we made eye contact. "Are you drunk?" I asked. "No I was just kidding" What a shame"We sat...in the bathroom and talked for over an hour. She shaved and washed off behind the curtain as I drank a few beers hoping to gain some confidence. After a while I finally heard her drain the water. I handed her a towel and after a moment she pulled the curtain open, wearing only her towel. I tried not to look at her as she stepped out of the tub.. ”Sif crossed her arms and shook her head with a smirk in her face. “There are a centillions of beings in the Union but it is you who ends up right in the middle of things.”It was a recording so it was no use to answer.Egill continued.”The reason I am calling was actually to see how you are doing and to tell you that Sif has been accepted at the University of Pluribus and starts her Political Science studies in a few weeks. I am still learning all this Representative business myself but it is a. But something separates them. What is this thing that separates them? Where does each woman’s morality – or lack thereof – originate? Where does it come from, this sense of right and wrong? The personality? Her upbringing? A soul? Is this the very essence which seeped out of David James Barrow’s shell when he died? His soul? Is it a soul that gives Catriona Hamsun her identity? Or is it, perhaps, memory? Memory and experience? With the loss of her memory, Catriona Hamsun seemed to lose whole. At least now he knows that he’s in trouble. It might keep his head down long enough for our people to flank him.”I didn’t know about that. From what Ferguson, and for that fact, Struthers had told me, Jefferson was a nutcase and a loose cannon. The guy could end up doing anything, including charging our position. I took a look through my scope, trying to spot the man, and I failed miserably in my attempt. I then called Dunbar on my throat mic asking for a report. Even as I did, Jefferson popped.