[Ringer makes a face at his mention of Juliett. She can't help it. Last she heard, the woman was being taken in by Compliance. And it was Alpha telling her about it, her boss who had a too-sad cadence in his voice for his relationship with the other Callsign to be strictly professional. She suppresses the surprised and slightly disapproving expression away, replaced with only mild surprise at his question.]
183, action;
I was. [A beat.] Are you spying on me?