"I'm just curious," Shlee grimaced. "I can't help it. It's just the geek in me."
"Such questions are like if I were to ask you the color of your panties, or your bra size," Sonia informed her. "They are personal to me."
"Pink with lacy frills, and I prefer not to wear a bra. When I do, they're C-cups," Shlee stated with a wolfish grin. Mandy elbowed her, and she lost the grin. "Oh, all right, I understand. It's just… Imagine that you had something in front of you that you really wanted, but it was just out of reach. Someone is there who could give it to you, but they won't. I know I'm being rude in asking, but I'm just so curious."
Sonia glanced at Shelly for a moment, but didn't let go of her hand. "I also understand," she said. "However, please understand that most of my technology is classified. My new directives haven't released me from stopping classified spillage."
