She had her memory tampered with. Compliance. [She replies flatly, just in case FDR happens to be unaware. Though Ringer can't really imagine that he doesn't know. But it does push her out into a new space of needing information, where privacy be damned. It sounds nothing like jealousy, instead almost clinical.] What's your relationship with her?
[To the latter, she sighs a little and she can feel her face heating up at his question. Ringer turns her head away from him, an unconscious gesture to hide her embarrassment, even knowing he's likely already seen.] 'A thing?' Are you twelve?
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[To the latter, she sighs a little and she can feel her face heating up at his question. Ringer turns her head away from him, an unconscious gesture to hide her embarrassment, even knowing he's likely already seen.] 'A thing?' Are you twelve?