[Grife. With Lyle being gone so long, he forgot that he could no longer get away with saying certain things without the requisite teasing and Lyle calling a spade and spade.]

[So he squeaks. Outright squeaks indignantly.]

I just meant that there are certain very subtle behaviors that would be difficult to telegraph unless someone took extremely detailed records of micro-expressions. There was also shared knowledge between Rokk and Jazmin, and between myself and you, that was kept very, very private. So short of a full replication of your thought patterns via cloning, which is easy to discount with genetic scans...