“Just supposing it did happen, Jase,” Fal said, screwing up her eyes and leaning forward to look at the machine, “so what? Would it really make any difference? What would happen if the Idirans did get their hands on this admittedly resourceful kid Mind?” “Assuming that we are going to win the war…” Jase said thoughtfully, “… it could lengthen the proceedings by a handful of months.” “And how many’s that supposed to be?” Fal said. “Somewhere between three and seven, I suppose. It depends whose hand you’re using.”
Smart ass ship mind
