"Of course," Cassandra said, as though it were a simple matter.

Nothing was simple. What could Jones possibly have to say to the network? Well, she could only hope that whatever it was, she would say it out loud.

Half-heartedly, she sifted through the papers. It all seemed overly...zealous, to her. Yes. That was the word. And really, Cassandra had little patience for such. Which made her hate the ants all the more.