[b]Green![/b]

As much as White frustrated her, there was something to all of that lecturing. At the end of the day being morally coherent meant that her answer to that question could be 'the truth' and not 'a smoke bomb'.

"I'm a journalist," she said, pivoting around and sitting cross-legged in front of the safe. She opened her palm, a holographic diode showed a display of the Anthropozine's front page. "I think that your mother is shady as hell and so I'm looking around to see if I can find evidence. What I've got so far isn't anything coherent, though. Boxes of case files I haven't had time to go through, and -"

She leaned to the side to show the open safe. "House keys? Like a hundred of them? I've got no idea what I'm looking at here. Not yet, at least."

Green's eyes were wide, glittering, honest - curious. Single note and predictable. It was refined, but it wasn't an act. Green had learned long ago that humans loved sincerity and consistency; someone acting as they were supposed to was someone with handles, someone they could interact with and steer to their own ends. And this kid definitely had an agenda - and questions - of his own.