Sam turned to face the window, so she could bite her lips together. It was really hard not to laugh, although there was nothing fucking funny about it. Scrappy (yeah, that name was sticking) had reached the inevitable--as Sam saw it--conclusion.

She nodded slightly. "I think that's the only logical conclusion," she said, when she was sure she could say it without her voice trembling, one way or another. "Only question is if we're compliant in order to figure out what it all means, or disobedient and run the risk of being terminated as nonviable."

And she was never sure which she preferred, from one day to the next.