Sasha's straight-out grinning, partly because (dangerous as it is) she's beginning to like Flute, and partly because she has now fulfilled half of her official mission. In theory, she could buy some Lanterner cordial and head back to Ashari right away; real-world implementations are never that simple, but the technicality amuses her.

"He's also the lover of the Shuos hexarch and a year or two away from committing mass murder," she says, for Fyedlet's benefit. "How soon is the projected assassination, will you need anything from us besides the schematics, and are you actually expecting this plan to work?"