The next morning, Zari sat at the kitchen table, eating scrambled eggs cooked by Gideon. The Waverider was mostly quiet. Ray had taken Nora out for a sunrise hike, Charlie was still very asleep, and Mona was reading the latest Rebecca Silver novel in her room, too engrossed to leave. Zari didn't know where the rest of her teammates were, but at least it was too early for them to be getting into trouble.

That thought left her mind when Nate popped into the kitchen. He was dressed, alert, and generally looked like he'd already been up for hours. "Z," he said, his expression intense and focused as if trying to unravel the secrets of the universe, "something doesn't make sense."

"Welcome to the Waverider," she responded sarcastically as she chewed another mouthful.

"No, I'm serious," Nate continued. He walked across the room and sat down in the chair across from her. "I can't get over that weird thing that happened last night."

She put down her fork and switched her focus from her eggs to his face. "What weird thing?"

"The thing when Mick and Captain Lance freaked out," he elaborated. "Ray said it was about this Leonard Snart guy, that they were super close friends with him."

"Yeah," she nodded, remembering Charlie's drunken shapeshifting escapades.

"Well, it doesn't make sense!" he said emphatically. "You weren't there, but I met Leonard Snart when he was part of the Legion of Doom. He was a bad guy. Like, a really bad guy. I just don't understand how they could be so close to someone who would do…stuff like that."

Zari looked at him quizzically. "Stuff like what?"

"He…" Nate hesitated, looked around as if to make sure no one else was in the room, then finished, "…I think he killed Amaya. And Ray. And Mick too, for that matter. And maybe Stein, but that one was a little vague, so I'm not quite sure."

Zari scoffed. "Um, maybe you forgot, but Amaya went home and lived happily ever after in Zambesi. Also, Ray is alive and currently on a sunrise date, Stein was killed by Nazis from Earth-X, and Mick is also very alive. Try again."

"No, not in this timeline," he clarified. "When we fought the Legion of Doom, a future version of ourselves came back to help us defeat them. We don't know exactly what happened in that future, but it was bad enough that they, or we, allowed themselves, or ourselves, to become time remnants and break the one rule of time travel to ensure it wouldn't happen." He lowered his voice, "Except not all of us came back. Amaya, Ray, and Stein didn't."

"So, you think the Legion of Doom killed them," Zari surmised.

"I know they did," Nate explained. "Mick said that Amaya and Ray were both dead and that Stein was as good as dead, whatever that means. Then, when we went out to fight the Legion, I saw Snart put an icicle through future Mick to kill him. After we defeated the Legion, we returned him to his time and wiped his memory of the whole thing to preserve the timeline."

Zari thought about it. "I mean, technically, since you erased that timeline and his memory, none of that actually happened."

"But it did," Nate insisted. "It did happen. If it hadn't happened, our future selves wouldn't have come back to stop it from happening."

"How did you know it was him who killed them? It could've been someone else in the Legion," Zari pointed out.

Nate shook his head. "Even then, he'd still have to have been complicit. I mean, how do you expect me to believe a guy could kill Amaya, Ray, and who knows how many other people and still be…friends with Captain Lance? Mick's not a huge shock," he admitted, "but Sara is."

"Uh-huh," Zari said, mulling the situation over. "Well, you never know. People can change. We have Nora Darhk on our team right now, and she was trying to kill all of us just over a year ago."

"Nora was manipulated by her father from childhood to be Mallus's vessel," Nate argued. "Snart chose to team up with Damien Darhk, Malcolm Merlyn, and Eobard Thawne to destroy reality with the Spear of Destiny. Big difference."

Zari took another bite of her eggs. "And I have no idea who any of those names are, besides Damien Darhk, or what that spear thing is, so that whole sentence meant nothing to me."

Nate groaned. "Come on, Z, I'm just trying to figure this out. I need some girlfriend support here."

Zari blinked, then stared straight forward.

"Zari?" Nate asked, noting her strange expression.

She suddenly relaxed. "Sorry, sorry," she shrugged, "that was just…the first time you've called me your girlfriend without lying."

"Was it?" Nate thought about it and, in fact, couldn't remember saying so out loud since they'd officially begun dating. That had only been a few weeks ago, after dealing with the insanity of restoring Zari's memory and place in the timeline with her brother now alive. "Huh. I guess so." He grinned at her. "So…does that mean you'll help me?"

Zari gave up resisting. "Fine," she conceded, "let's do some research on this Snart guy, whoever he is."

Nate gave her a thumbs up. "Way ahead of you, Z! To the library!" He bolted out of the kitchen in the library's direction. Zari gulped down the last of her eggs, then hurried after him.


Ray and Nora sat on the green hillside, facing east. The sun had been up for at least a couple of hours, but they'd stayed all the same, just talking and resting. It wasn't always easy to find time to be alone while surrounded by the other Legends. Ray passed a thermos to Nora.

"Coffee?" he offered. "There's butter in it."

"Why do you do that, Ray?" she asked exasperatedly, although she accepted the thermos anyway. "Literally no one else puts butter in coffee."

"Their loss," he shrugged.

"Sure." She took a sip, then passed it back to him. "Huh. It's actually kind of good."

"Told you."

She smiled, then turned to him. "Hey, I've been meaning to ask, do you think I was too, I don't know…harsh, I guess, with Sara yesterday?"

Ray looked at her curiously. "Harsh? What do you mean?"

"When I told her that whole thing about how she needs to suck it up and acknowledge that she's keeping herself busy to deal with Ava," Nora explained. "I haven't changed my mind about any of the stuff I said, but maybe I was a little too pushy."

"No," Ray insisted, "you were just pushy enough. You didn't say anything that wasn't true."

"I know," she said, "but it's not about that. I'm still new on this team and I'm still getting the hang of it. I'm used to saying whatever I want to whomever I want, but I have to be a team player now. I don't want to be too bold toward Sara and mess up the whole team dynamic." She let out a little laugh. "Saying it out loud sounds ridiculous."

Ray smiled. "Nora, you have nothing to worry about. If the Legends were concerned about acting perfectly all the time, we wouldn't be the Legends. The team thought you'd be a good fit and decided to let you stay. That means all of you, including the part that isn't afraid to tell your captain to her face that she has a problem. Besides," he leaned in closer to her, "I like it when you're bold."

"Yeah?" Nora leaned in, preparing to kiss him.

"Aw, this is so cute!" Gary Green exclaimed, suddenly appearing behind them.

"Gary!" they both shouted, pulling away from each other immediately.

Nora struggled to regain her composure. "Gary, what are you doing here?" she seethed.

Gary shifted around so that he was sitting down between them. He pointed to his wrist. "New time courier," he said. "It has a bunch of new features. Want to see?"

"Look, Gary," Ray said, trying to deescalate the situation, "it's nice to see you, but we're kind of on vacation. And in the middle of…"

"Smooching?" the Time Bureau agent suggested with a wink.

"Uh…sure." He exchanged a look with Nora, then continued, "Nothing personal, but now isn't really the best time for the team to get an order from Ava, so if you wouldn't mind finding someone else to do whatever you need us for, that would probably be in everyone's best interest."

"Psh!" Gary dismissed his attempts to get rid of him. "This isn't a business meeting. I'm here to talk to Nora." He turned around to face her. "I came as soon as I realized you were back in the present."

"I noticed," she said dryly.

Gary ignored her obvious disdain and pulled a book out of his coat pocket. "This is important, Nora. It's about Book Club."

"Book Club?" Ray repeated, confused.

Nora sighed. "It's this thing I did with Mona, Ava, and Sara…and Gary," she added reluctantly.

"This thing you are still doing," Gary corrected her. "Remember? I gave you three conditions to release you from being my fairy godmother. Number one: I can tell people I'm a real Legend. Number two: we are officially friends. Number three: I am a permanent member of Book Club."

"And all of that is true," Nora said. "So, why are you in Tibet?"

Gary placed the book in her lap. "Because Book Club hasn't met in forever," he explained. "We are way overdue for a meeting. I can't be a member of Book Club if there is no Book Club. I know it's hard to meet when you're on your missions and everything, which is why I didn't try to contact you earlier, but when I saw that you were back in the present, I just thought…"

"You just thought that we could have Book Club again."

"Well…yeah."

Nora picked up the book, looked at its spine, then looked back at Gary. "Listen, I get it. I do. I'm not trying to stand in the way of you being in Book Club. It just isn't the best time, okay? Half of the club just broke up with each other. We meet to talk about fictional drama, not get involved in each other's. It would be too messy." She handed the book back to him.

Gary frowned disappointedly. "But I've only ever been to one Book Club meeting."

"Yeah, and you forced us all to speed read against our will. Don't remind me."

Gary scooted an inch closer to her. "Come on, Nora. You're my friend. Officially. Help me out here."

Nora looked away for a moment, then answered, "Okay. I'll talk to Mona. We'll find a time to do Book Club."

"Yes!" Gary leaped to his feet with joy.

"But without Sara and Ava!" Nora immediately added. "That kind of tension is the last thing we need in Book Club. Do not tell either of them about this, got it?"

"You got it! Thanks, best friend!"

"Not best," she corrected him, "just friend. Best was nowhere in the conditions."

Gary laughed. "You're hilarious." He pushed a button on his time courier and opened a rectangular portal in front of him. "I'll let you two get back to it," he said with a suggestive movement of his eyebrows. "See you later, Nora!" He stepped through the portal and it shut behind him, leaving no trace of its brief existence in the Tibetan hillside.

Nora and Ray sat in awkward silence. "Well," Ray said finally, "at least you're not his fairy godmother."


"Welcome," Nate said, ushering Zari into the Waverider's library, "to the Snarchives!"

Zari raised an eyebrow. "The what now?"

"The Snarchives," he repeated. "Snart plus archives. I came up with it earlier today. It's clever."

"Is it, though?" She looked around, noticing several very random items scattered around the library. "Were you doing this all morning?" she asked, somewhat concerned.

"And all night," he nodded. "I've already had, like, five cups of coffee."

"That's…not healthy."

"Probably not," Nate conceded, "but I had to stay up somehow. This Snart guy is a big puzzle, and I need to put the pieces together. It's going to bother me until I do."

Zari walked over to the table where an old journal, another small book, a sketch of museum blueprints, the Old Western picture from the parlor, a blue parka, and a weapon identical to Leo Snart's cold gun were lying. "Okay, Sherlock," she asked, "what's all this?"

"These," Nate replied as he walked over to her, "are some of the clues I found around the Waverider." His hand hovered over the journal. "This is Rip's old journal from when he was captain. He doesn't say a lot about any of the team members. It's mostly just dates and brief mission summaries. But he does talk about the day he recruited them all. And he says a little bit about Snart being really frustrating to work with."

"Weren't all of the Legends frustrating for Rip to work with?" Zari asked. "I mean, I barely knew the guy, but he seemed pretty over everyone's crap."

"True. But that's not the really interesting part. Rip wrote that Leonard Snart and Mick Rory were recruited together."

"They were all recruited together."

"No," Nate said, shaking his head. "Not together like at the same time. Together like partners. They were criminal partners, Z. Bank robbers. Thieves. That's why Mick was so close with him. They already knew each other."

"Great," Zari said, "mystery solved." She turned to go.

Nate held up his hand to stop her from leaving. "Not quite. We still don't know about his connection to Sara, or why the originals see him as anything other than a killer." He picked up the small book. "This is a copy of Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck," he said, handing it to her. "By the looks of it, it's been read a few times."

Zari took it and flipped carefully through the pages. "What does this have to do with Snart?"

"It was in the same box as all those coats," Nate explained. "You know, the ones we all wore when we got trapped in that avalanche. Mick said they were Snart's at the time. Therefore, this is also probably Snart's."

"Okay, I guess the guy liked Steinbeck," Zari observed. "Fair enough."

Nate reached over and turned to the first page. "Steinbeck got the title for this book from an old Scottish poem. Most copies of the book don't include it because it's not part of the work itself, but this is a special edition, so it has an English translation of the poem on the first page as a bonus. Look which part is underlined," he said, pointing to the short text in front of them.

Zari read aloud, "The best laid schemes of mice and men go often awry."

"Exactly," Nate said, taking the book back and placing it on the table again. "Why would he underline that part?"

Zari shrugged. "Because it's the title of the book?"

"He's not in high school, Z," Nate insisted. "He doesn't need to remember the meaning of the book title for a pop quiz in sixth period. He underlined that because it was important to him. The question is why."

Zari was hesitant to admit it, but she was starting to feel a little intrigued. "What's next?" she asked, sidestepping closer to the next item on the table. "A…blueprint of the Central City Museum?"

"Also from that box. But it's not just any blueprint," Nate explained, his hand hovering over the sketch as he spoke. "This is dated from 1975, but in Rip's journal, there were no missions in Central City in 1975. The team did go to that year, but they spent most of it at a weapons auction on a different continent."

"Maybe he went alone," Zari suggested, "and not for a mission. He could have gone rogue and taken the jump ship. Pretty sure we've all done something like that at some point. Rite of passage."

"But why?" Nate asked. "What did the Central City Museum have in 1975 that was so valuable that he would go alone to that time and place, of all times and places?"

She looked down at the blueprints, analyzing them to see if any answers jumped out at her. They didn't. "We could see what the Central City Museum was exhibiting at that time," she said. "Maybe it was relevant to defeating…" she waved her hand as she tried to remember the name of the Legends' first adversary, "…what's his face…Vandal Savage."

Nate tapped on the small screen on the wall behind him, causing it to reveal a newspaper article from 1975. "Already done. The only unusual event I could find at the museum in 1975 was the burglary of a very valuable emerald. But it was found only days later, and not with Leonard Snart. It was with his father, Lewis."

Zari took a step closer to the screen for a better look. "What are you suggesting?"

"I'm suggesting that Snart did something to tamper with the past," he explained. "Think about it. Snart's father gets arrested for possessing the emerald in 1975. Snart has a copy of the museum's blueprints from 1975 in 2016, despite not having a mission there. They have to be connected. Otherwise, it would be a massive coincidence." He leaned forward against the table, studying the blueprints. "Right now, I've got two theories. One: he went back in time to help his dad steal the emerald. Or two: he planted the emerald on his dad to get him arrested."

Zari laid a hand on his shoulder gently while he continued to stare intensely at the blueprints. "Hey, I love a good mystery as much as you do, and this is definitely interesting stuff," she told him, "but don't you think you're getting a little obsessive?"

Nate looked up at her. "I just want to know, Z. I want to know what makes the kind of person who could kill Amaya and Ray, then two years later be close friends with Sara and die a hero."

Zari picked up the small photograph of the original team, focusing carefully on the man in black beside Sara. The two of them were standing very close to each other. Sara even looked like she might have been looking at him, although she could have also just been looking at something else to her left. It was hard to tell with such an old picture. "That is a good question," Zari allowed. She placed the picture back on the table and leaned down to Nate's eye level. "Okay, deductive historian, let's do some deduction."


John Constantine peered around the corner of the Waverider's corridor. It was empty. He tiptoed to the side and stuck his head into the kitchen. Also empty. He returned to the corridor, a relieved smile on his face. "Finally," he said, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket. He placed it in his mouth and struck a match.

"Hey!" Mona exclaimed, making him jump with surprise. She stepped around the corner and plucked the cigarette out of his mouth. "You know this is a non-smoking time ship, Mr. Constantine."

"Mona," he groaned, "what do you think you're doing? Can't a bloke have a smoke in peace for once?" He blew out the match's small flame, clearly irritated.

Mona frowned. "Wolfie's sense of smell is very strong," she told him. "Smoking bothers her a lot, and she can sense a cigarette from a mile away, even before it's lit."

John crossed him arms and leaned back against the wall. "I doubt that, love."

Mona ignored his dismissal. "Why do you smoke so much, anyway?" she asked. "It's super bad for you."

"So is interacting regularly with demons, sweetheart, but do you see me stopping?"

"No."

"Ah. Well, then." He adjusted his loose tie, then asked her, "Don't you have a romance novel to read or a magical beast to tame or something?"

Mona's eyes lit up. "Actually, Mick gave me a copy of the newest Rebecca Silver novel. It's so good! I barely slept last night because I was so into it. You wouldn't believe what Buck does in chapter four…"

"I live on a time ship and fight demons for a living, love," John reminded her. "I'm pretty sure I'd believe anything." He looked down the hallway again, then asked, "Speaking of Rory, where is our resident pyromaniac anyway? He's usually taken over the kitchen by now."

Mona tilted her head in the general direction of the cargo bay. "I think I heard him and Captain Lance in the cargo bay. It sounded like they were training or sparring or something, but it sounded pretty intense, so I didn't interrupt."

"Ah, I see," John remarked, pulling a small glass container out of his pocket. Inside the jar were several tiny, red pellets. "Well, whenever they're done, I've got these for our hot-headed friend. He wanted something to feed his new pet, other than lies, so I concocted some of these enchanted bad boys."

Mona was surprised. "Mick has a new pet?"

"Just that old truth bug," Constantine explained. "He was missing AXL, so I thought he could use a new companion of sorts. I already gave him an enchanted cage for it, so it's not like the thing's going to break out and start a war of truth bombs again."

"Aw," Mona cooed, grinning sweetly, "that's so nice, Mr. Constantine."

He dismissed the compliment. "Nice? Ha! No, sweetheart, it's sensible. The last thing we need on this ship is an unstable Mick Rory. If having a pet keeps him a little tamer, we'll all live a little longer. Say," he changed the subject, "you haven't seen a thick book bound with skin, have you? It's due for a soaking and it'll get pretty putrid if I don't do it soon."

Mona winced at the thought of a skin-covered book. "Um…no? No, I don't think so." She thought for moment, then added. "Actually, maybe it's in the library. I know I saw a lot of really old books in there the other day. Want to go look together? Four eyes are better than two, right?"

John shrugged. "Eh. Why not?" The two of them headed in the direction of the library in search of his strange book.


As they entered the library, John and Mona were surprised to see Nate and Zari in the middle of a very lively discussion, surrounded by a strange collection of objects.

"But why did he have so many?" Nate demanded, holding up the fuzzy hood of Snart's old coat. "Why does one guy need more than one of the same coat?"

Zari threw her hands up in frustration. "I don't know, okay?" She started throwing out possibilities. "Maybe he really liked that specific brand. Maybe he didn't want to risk losing his only one while time traveling. Maybe he was a weird doomsday prepper for an ice apocalypse. I don't know!"

"Say, now," Constantine interrupted, making his presence known, "what is going on in here?"

"Are you two fighting?" Mona asked, her eyes wide. "I really hope you're not, because you guys are so cute together and…"

"We're not fighting," Zari clarified. "Nate found all this old stuff relating to Leonard Snart, one of the original Legends. Apparently he was someone Mick and Sara were both very close to. We're just trying to figure him out."

"Because," Nate continued, "we know that this original Legend was a really bad dude when he was with the Legion of Doom. Somehow, he went from being a ruthless killer to someone the originals cared about. We want to know why and how. These," he said, gesturing to the items on the table, "are the Snarchives."

John and Mona both cringed.

"What?" Nate said, disappointed at their reaction. "I think it's clever. Snart plus archives. Snarchives."

"Stop saying Snarchives," John said.

"Yeah," Mona agreed, "it sounds kind of gross."

"Thank you!" Zari exclaimed.

Mona crossed the room and looked at the items on the table. She picked up the Old Western photo. "Which one was he?" she asked.

"The one next to Sara," Nate answered.

"Hm…" Mona squinted at the picture. "He seems cool, I guess. I'm definitely getting a bad boy vibe of some kind."

"More like bad guy," Nate said. "In a deleted timeline, either killed or was complicit in killing Amaya and Ray. And possibly also Stein, but that one's up for debate. Also Mick, or technically his time remnant."

John joined the rest of his teammates at the table, intrigued. "Hero with a dark side, eh?" he said with a smirk. "I like it." He leaned over Mona's shoulder to see the photo. "Oh, that must be Leo's doppelganger," he realized. "Just as handsome on every earth, it would seem."

"Hate to burst your bubble, John," Zari pointed out, "but he's dead. Ray said he died heroically sacrificing himself to save the team."

Mona gasped. "Oh no! That's so sad! I mean, not that the team was saved. Just that he died."

"Which is why it's so weird that he was willing to kill the Legends when he was with the Legion," Nate elaborated. "I mean, what kind of guy is evil enough to kill Amaya, Ray, and the others, but still good enough to sacrifice his life for the team?"

John rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Stranger things have happened," he said, "but you do have a point."

"Exactly," Nate said. He carefully picked up the cold gun. "So, next on the list: Snart's cold gun. It's identical to Leo's, except Leo built his gun himself in the resistance. This one has a S.T.A.R. Labs symbol on the bottom, meaning it had to have been made there. Theories, anyone?" Several hands shot up. "Great. Who's first?"


Wally zoomed through the corridors of the Waverider until he found Charlie's room. He knocked twice, then went ahead and opened the door. "Ground control to Major Tom," he called out. "You alive?"

"Ugh," Charlie groaned, appearing in the doorway begrudgingly with sunglasses over her eyes. "Barely."

Wally grinned smugly. "I did warn you, you know."

"I know, I know." She winced. "Taking so many different shapes didn't help either. I'm not changing form again for a week."

Wally handed her a bottle. "Hangover cure. I don't know how shapeshifters deal with this, but it worked for Rip, so maybe it'll work for you."

"Thanks, mate." She opened it and took a sip. "It's awful," she said, cringing, "but I think it'll work."

"Good." Wally leaned back and peered down the hallway. "Hey, do you know where everyone is? I thought they'd be outside, but they weren't. It seems like things are pretty quiet in here too, though."

"No clue," she answered.

"Huh. Weird." He leaned against the doorway, thinking. "Actually, I thought I heard voices in the library. Like, a lot of voices. They were pretty heated. Maybe everyone's doing something in there." He stepped away from the doorway and into the corridor. "I'm going to see what's going on. Want to come?"

Charlie waved a hand in front of her face. "Not really in peak condition right now, speedster."

"Fine," Wally said with a shrug. "I guess you'll just be out of the loop on whatever crazy adventure they're all having. I'll bet it's super interesting. Might even have starfish from space, who knows?"

Charlie grimaced. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because you said we're friends," he replied with a teasing smile, "and friends get to give each other crap. Also," he added more genuinely, "you should probably do something other than stay in your room all day."

She groaned again, took another sip of the drink, then stepped out into the hallway. "This better be worth it, speedster," she warned, "or I'm telling Z you broke her high score."


"Whoa," Wally reacted, seeing almost the entire team in the library closely studying a number of seemingly unrelated objects. "What is going on in here?"

"Oh hey, Wally," Nate said, waving. "Hey, Charlie. We're going through the Snarchives."

"Stop saying Snarchives!" every other voice in the room exclaimed simultaneously.

Nate rolled his eyes, then continued to explain, "It's a long story, but basically, we're going through this Snart guy's stuff to figure out who he was and why Sara and Mick reacted like they did when they saw you, Charlie, looking like him last night."

Charlie lowered her sunglasses down her nose and squinted at the scene. "Oh, the coat bloke!" she realized, her eyes falling on the blue parka in Zari's hands. "I always wondered what that whole thing was about." She pushed her sunglasses back up to shield her eyes from the light. "Did you figure out why he had so many?"

"That one's still a mystery," Nate admitted.

"Wait," Wally interjected, stepping into the center of the room, "guys, you could literally just ask me this stuff. Leonard Snart fought Team Flash, like, so many times. Until Barry saved his sister. Then they were kind of okay with each other, I think."

"Sister," Nate repeated thoughtfully. "Interesting."

"And what about when he was a Legend?" Constantine asked, turning around to face the young speedster. "Do you know anything about that?"

Wally thought about it. "Uh…not a lot," he said sheepishly. "Just that Snart died saving the team. That's what Ray told Barry, anyway. It all went down before I joined, so I don't know too many details."

Nate patted him on the back. "That's all right, buddy," he said. "Anything helps with this puzzle."

Charlie finally stepped into the library from the doorway. "So, you're trying to piece together the life of a former Legend to make sense of his turn from villain to hero?" she summarized.

"Basically," Zari replied.

Charlie plopped down into an arm chair and swung herself sideways so that her head and legs were each propped up on one arm. "All you brilliant geniuses," she said wryly, "and you're taking the long way around."

"What do you mean?" asked Mona.

Charlie closed her eyes, still hidden under her sunglasses, and waved her hand toward the ceiling. "Bloody idiots. Why go through a dead man's stuff when you could just ask Gideon herself?"

The group looked at each other awkwardly.

"That…is something we could do," Nate slowly agreed.

"Yeah," Zari said, equally as embarrassed. "We could do that."

Charlie laughed, swinging her legs up and down. "Honestly, I don't know what you lot did before you had me. Probably just bumbled around."

"Gideon," Mona asked, addressing the air directly above her, "do you have any files on Leonard Snart?"

"Of course, Miss Wu," the A.I. answered. "I was waiting for you to ask."