"And its someplace different than wherever it is you usually go between missions." Myra dug into her pack and pulled out a metal canteen, , but just set it in her shadow for later access. She kept her gaze on the plane down below, but her mind was elsewhere, racing over thoughts and events. This was the break she needed a couple days ago, when she'd arrived home. She kept silent for a while, before speaking again. Her voice stayed low, and reflective, as if she was almost worried that speaking her mind would ruin the scenery.

"Ming is...she's loyal to him, but not indebted. When I talked to her, she recognized me as Myra, but either her memory of being Myra is gone or so repressed that she can't see herself as anyone but Ming." Myra picked up a couple loose pebbles on the rock and held them in her hand, giving her something silent to fiddle with.