Suddenly, the screen unfreezes. "Sorry to cut in, Pete. Just can't help myself, you know?" Dita doesn't recognise the man on the other end, whom Father called 'Frank'. Father looks at the screen - no one else could tell, but Dita can see he's slightly surprised.
"The kid's well past prototype," Frank continues, looking serious. "She's due a test run, and we could use a good field op with that sort of hardware. Let her join my team; I'll look after her."
Father thinks about it, then turns an expressionless face towards Dita. "What do you think, Dita?"