"Hmm," And it was the kind of vocalization that could have meant, 'I wonder.'
The sound her coat made as she turned away from the window and looked more fully at the side-lit figure in the opposite seat was loud in the silence.

It was barely a smile, barely a smirk, and far-removed. As if she were smiling at memory, or at someone else behind that thousand-yard stare, someone Kasumi reminded her of.

"How would you like to do some real work, then?"