Shaw opens her mouth to answer, but instead, another voice whispers in on the wind: male, smug, and uppercrust British.

Reality denied comes back to haunt. You're not sure of anything anymore, are you?

She shakes her head, as if to dispel it.

"I was bait, a test subject, an information source, a potential asset," she responds, tiredly. "Sometimes all at once. Take your pick."