Miles brought him up to date.  His expression, when he learned that they'd just deftly snatched the wrong body, was all that Miles had pictured.  Of, course, you had to have been around Roic for a while to read all the nuances of bland his face and posture could convey.  Was there some sort of secret school for Armsmen to learn this, or was it all apprenticeship?  Armsman-commander Pym was a master, but Roic was catching up.

"Y'know," said Roic, as Pym would not have, because Pym would have had an exact bland to cover it, "if you'd quit while you were winning, right after Wing, we'd be on our way home right now."

"Well, I can't quit now," said Miles tartly.

"I can see that, m'lord."  With a sigh, Roic followed him back into the lab.

Raven had tidied up and was getting ready for his next task.  Medtech Tanaka was laying out an array of rather disturbing instruments on a tray next to the cryorevival table.  She looked up at their entry and asked, "Will we still get our free cryorevivals, then?"

"Yes, of course," said Miles automatically.  "Rent, after all."  He was surprised she still trusted them for the task, but was vaguely heartened that she evidently agreed with Raven's analysis.  He did not add, And we might be back; he was growing more cautious.  Belatedly.

Raven tapped his fingers on the table and looked over the instruments.  "Do you want me to send any samples out to a commercial lab for analysis, or try to set up something here?"

"Which is faster, and which is better?"

"If I wanted to do a good job here in-house, I'd need to bring some of my team from Escobar.  This would likely take more time than sending samples out.  Either risks drawing attention.  Results ought to be the same."

"Hm.  My instinct is to keep this close till we know what we're dealing with.  I'd say, go as far as you can on your own, and then we'll take stock.  My working hypothesis is that this was a deliberate substitution, sometime in the past eighteen months.  If we knew who this woman was, where she came from, it might tell us something about who could have put her in Lisa Sato's place."  Or not.  "Makes a difference if she was just swapped out, or if she was actually frozen in place of Sato from the get-go, in which case . . ."

Raven frowned.  "You think Jin and Mina's mother might still be alive out there?  In that case, why didn't she let her poor kids know?"

"Depends entirely on how dangerous that knowledge might have been."

Raven's frown deepened.