She was at the airport.Grey coat, document bag over one shoulder, standing outside arrivals with the directness that was simply how she occupied a space. She saw him come through the doors and said nothing just fell into step beside him as he walked toward the car."Flight was on time," he said."I know," she said. "I tracked it."They got in.She drove. He looked at the Crestfield skyline appearing through the windscreen grey December, the city exactly as he had left it, indifferent and familiar."Two things," she said."Yes.""Professional first or personal.""Professional," he said.She nodded.He told her what he could tell her the scope of SENTINEL, the foreign dimension, the legal architecture it required. He told her that the AG had someone in mind for legal counsel and that he had someone in mind too and that CARDINAL had checked and said she'd say yes.She drove.She didn't interrupt.When he finished she was quiet for a moment."International legal frameworks," she said.