Again I shrug. "Yeah, of course ..." And then I stop, because I see what she’s thinking. I’d automatically assumed there was a link. An unstated, unexamined assumption, based, I suppose, on the fact that Nemo and I recognized each other and that my cover was blown relatively soon after the delegation’s visit. But now that I think about it, there doesn’t have to be any link at all. Frag, this kind of drek is too much of a mind-bender for a simple soul like me.