So that was it, huh? They'd done a little briefing in order to get the kid looking hangdog and scared - bastards probably pulled him out of bed or some damn thing besides. She truly felt sorry for Al - this was her fault, and if his career was ruined, that'd be on her shoulders as well.

Kara leaned forward as well, but it wasn't to make any kind of confession. Instead, she picked up a crumpled pack of cigarettes from the table, extracted one, and put it between her lips. She lifted her eyebrows at Al. "Got a light?"

When they met across the table, Kara dared a glance at the window to the left. Hoping her face was somewhat obscured by the process of Al lighting her smoke, she murmured around the cigarette, "Hit me, Al. Make it look good."