[Fortescue has a good, long sip of the alcohol, as she considers her response. It'll do.]

I quit a very stressful job full of secrets, and everyone wants their hands on them.

[Even people who hadn't even known what she was. The thugs who had nearly killed her for information had thought she was just some sort of secretary. She hadn't given a drop of information up. Mostly out of spite, but the more she thinks about it, the more she's convinced it was the right decision. Honor, and all that.]

I'm not giving any of it up, ever, but the Empire is nervous and paranoid. I should know.