She slid easily into the memory, paying attention briefly to its contents - oh, Arcturus, you would have liked this man - you'd be like two peas in a pod. But she also nudged ever so gently at the sliver of a channel offered to her. Tiny enough to go undetected, but enough to give her the promise of a potential back door... given a little more of a push.

"Well, he is clearly lying," Kerrigan agreed, letting her anger at Arcturus, cold as it was, flicker briefly past her features. It would serve her well here, and she did so dislike slimy, self-righteous tools. "Of course, with scum like that, it's like remarking the sun's shining. Men like him like to turn us into puppets."