He doesn’t know what I think, either, so there. I was distracted converting a dumpload of raw log info from a visual image back into searchable data and if I got the fields wrong it was going to be a giant mess. I probably should have just stopped talking, but I didn’t want to hurt Amena’s feelings. I said, "Your second mother is..." Client wasn’t the right word, not anymore. "My teammate." I could see I had to clarify. It was really hard finding the right words. "Before your second mother, I had never been an actual member of a team before. Just an..."