A quick follow-up to “Expert, Witness“, now that we have more detail about Dr. Glazier’s backstory.
Delphinium (thinking): The mission to escort Dr. Glazier was a success — and yet, it felt “off” somehow. I can’t think why. Perhaps a good workout session will clear my head.
. . . how odd. It’s awfully dark over in that corner . . .
Woman in Black: Hey, Agent D! Want to spar?
Del: You! Aren’t you — my usual partner? Wait, don’t tell me . . . Bilberry? Ebony? Rosemary? Marguerite?
WiB: Some of those are sort of close!
Del: Why did you sit out this last mission?
WiB: Seriously? You were guarding a woman who had her mind tampered with!
How would she feel every time she re-realized that one of her guards was being scrubbed out of her memory? . . . I assume not good, which is why I didn’t even try.
Del: Oughtn’t you to just not erase her memories of you, Pillsbury?
WiB: Gee! Brilliant idea! Why didn’t I think of that??
Del: . . . You can’t turn it off, can you.
WiB: If I could, you wouldn’t be calling me “Pillsbury”.