"I will be watched," Yurika hissed. "Not just by SOLOMON, but by Zaizen as well, the paranoid old bastard. At least until I convince him that I'm the worthless airhead that everyone thinks I am, and possibly even longer. I'm not going to paint a nice big target on your back."

Paranoid? Possibly. But that was one of the reasons that Yurika was so very good at her job.