"Relax." ordered Carolyn irritably, frowning at Cancer.
Ever since their encounter, she had pored over his records and any documents pertaining to him, obsessively trying to piece together a background story. She had expected it to be difficult, considering how awkward Cancer was and how unwilling he was to show his face, but she had not expected it to be so impossible.
"What's the matter, aren't you going to call me a cunt this time, Jack?" she asked, refraining from using her telepathic abilities to see what emotions the face behind his helmet was betraying. "Or is it John? James? Sam? Paul? Trevor? Michael? Charles? Do you really believe that [i]Cancer[/i] is your real name?"