'I had the Hendrix go in and erase the injection footage from PsychaSec's files. Like I said, they'll probably assume your husband was dosed aboard Head in the Clouds. The expedient solution. Oh, and we erased the Hendrix's memory of your visit to my room too, just in case someone wanted to make something of what you said about buying me off. One way and another, I'd say you owe the Hendrix a couple of big favours. It said a few guests every now and then would do. Shouldn't cost much, relatively speaking. I sort of promised on your behalf.'