Ms. Berman spends a few moments leaning out of sight, checking things, Ivar guesses. Smart lady, but no comp jockey."Yes, it’s here," she says, then she leans back into the screen and looks out at him."There’s just one thing, Ivar," she says in a sober sort of way."This file is rather proprietary. I... probably shouldn’t have transmitted it over an unsecured line. Can we keep this just between you and me?"