She keys a basic neural test, works through it in five minutes with the System invigilating, waits for the results. A moment later the System tells her she’s clear. She doesn’t feel clear. She feels addled, or perhaps scrambled, like an egg, with everything topsy-turvy in her head. The test will be on her file for ever. Well: due diligence, due care to her own mental wellbeing in the course of an investigation. That is entirely consonant with who she is. She wonders, recursively, whether the fact that she even registered the idea of that notation is a little trace of Hunter.