She's being a genius again, and I have to pretend that I'm not following along.
"The technology implanted in our brains, Sir. We're looking at some sort of visual communication interface. A controlled hallucination."
I babble out some reply that's probably even more stilted than normal. I'm confused, I don't follow, I don't follow, I don't follow, I repeat to myself as a mantra, even as those tiny, fleeting, whispered thoughts in the back of my mind begin to panic as I realize Urgo could so easily find out that I'm not as dumb as I act – shit, I'm losing it.
Think about something, anything...
Wavy brown hair, that wide smile, generous...assets.
"Who's Mary Steenburgen?"
Bullet dodged.
Not for money, just for fun.