The handle turned.
Saffi pressed both hands flat to the front of her shirt. The thin folder was a cold rectangle against her skin. Raizen tried to make his heart slow down. The monitor tattled on him with each fast beep.
The door slid open.
Alteea.
She leaned on the frame for a second, looking between the two of them, then at the monitor, then at Saffi's very suspicious posture.
"Hm" she said. "Vital signs up, door locked, Saffi looking like she swallowed a bomb. Either you two finally confessed something, or my day got interesting."
Saffi made a sound that sounded like a squeak. "I did not confess anything"
"Good to know" Alteea said, letting the door close behind her. "Because I am about to ask a question that sounds like an accusation."
She walked to the foot of the bed and stopped. For once, she did not rush into a joke. Her eyes were sharper than her voice.
"Which one of you took a classified file from the archive?"
