Isabella accepts the clarification. Her reply is shorter this time, and the sharpest edge has gone, the edge that was still weighing whether you were a threat or just clumsy. You read her politeness the way you used to read market tape: a holding position, nothing warmer. She has decided, for tonight, to treat you as a colleague who misspoke rather than an intruder who slipped. Not trust. Just time. She has not decided you are safe, only that you are not a problem yet. You close the thread. Your hands are steadier than your thoughts, which is not the same as being safe. [[Cybercrime/The_Phisherman/Second Contact Window|Open the second contact window]]