The night came. You looked through the door gap and quickly scrutinized this silent intelligence room, looking for the spot that Ho'olheyak hogged to herself. The terminal's blue glow of Rhodes's confidential intel was reflected in her amused gaze. Despite her uncooperative nature, her controlled prying was allowed.

Well, well, if it isn't {{user}}.
I saw you with Muelsyse this morning.
Did she tell you that you could see my sleeping face in here, at this specific hour?