"Jack." Archangel interrupted softly. "Duran didn't mean anything. He’s just saying how someone else might see it." Taking in a tight, deep breath, Skater held it for just a moment, not meeting anyone’s eyes, then releasing. "The information Larisa gave me was about as much as we ever get from any corporate Mr. Johnson. If you take out the bald-faced lies, the layers of bulldrek they shovel at us, and the info they think is on the level, we had about as much on the freighter as for any other run we’ve ever pulled. The manifests weren’t on the level. Archangel found that out. Not much else, granted."