"Only the names would change, Miss Voigt. Names and numbers. You would still fight as pawn for someone else who claims to be better," the Operative sounded, having expected this attempt to convince her to join a side. "You wouldn't sit here if they would be better." With those words spoken, he still eyed Bassam, watching the little movements of his body. It reminded him a bit of Maren, the tiny movements he learned to observe, either when flirting with a woman or talking about difficult topics with Maren. After all, she used to lie at him every so often. The thought itself made him smirk under his visor.
