Alright, he was smart. She'd give him that. While she listened, she only watched what she was doing enough to make sure she didn't burn herself with boiling water. As she poured them both a mug of water with a tea packet in, her eyes were mostly directed towards the older man. At the return question, she stopped and stared at him for a good long few seconds without even blinking.
"Yes," was the simplest answer. People weren't secure from her, but for those whom her boss was hired to protect the interests of, she supposed she was security for them. Back home she never had any interest in sharing with people what she did but here, it didn't matter so much, and he was being friendly.
"I was a researcher. Big companies or rich old bastards would hire our firm to look into other people for them, like the CEOs of other big companies they were going to merge with. It was my job to find all the skeletons in their closets: gambling debts, pedophilia, how often they beat their wife, how often they fucked their mistress, all their off-shore tax-free bank accounts. The usual." Lisbeth looked down at the bowls and the quickly boiling eggs in them.
Maybe it was better now to admit what she'd done than later. "I looked into you too but I can't find much here. The TAB isn't linked into every aspect of everyone's lives like the 'net was on Earth." She brought her eyes up to him again. "You seem okay." Not that he would know, but from her, that was rather high praise.
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"Yes," was the simplest answer. People weren't secure from her, but for those whom her boss was hired to protect the interests of, she supposed she was security for them. Back home she never had any interest in sharing with people what she did but here, it didn't matter so much, and he was being friendly.
"I was a researcher. Big companies or rich old bastards would hire our firm to look into other people for them, like the CEOs of other big companies they were going to merge with. It was my job to find all the skeletons in their closets: gambling debts, pedophilia, how often they beat their wife, how often they fucked their mistress, all their off-shore tax-free bank accounts. The usual." Lisbeth looked down at the bowls and the quickly boiling eggs in them.
Maybe it was better now to admit what she'd done than later. "I looked into you too but I can't find much here. The TAB isn't linked into every aspect of everyone's lives like the 'net was on Earth." She brought her eyes up to him again. "You seem okay." Not that he would know, but from her, that was rather high praise.