"Bias is a treacherous beast." She rubbed her forehead, leaving a smudge of graphite dust on it. "Tell me I've got this wrong, because if I'm right, these are going to be satchel charges, at minimum. We'll need multiple people inside to plant them."

"... Hobbies. Hm." Did she... have hobbies? The ones she used to have got absorbed into her missions...