Misato held my gaze for three more seconds, her thumb still pressed against the bite mark on my throat. Then she withdrew her hand, straightened her posture, and became Captain Ayame again with the same speed she used to summon clones. The transformation was seamless. One second, a woman who wanted to drag me into a supply closet. The next, a professional who would assign me extra laps if I mentioned it.
"Monterey clearance won't file itself," she said. "And you need to eat something."
"I can think of some delicious things to eat."
"Get out of my conference room, Monroe."
I got out of her conference room.
