Spear Phishing

[Cinnabar]

Visitors to this part of the hangar were mostly limited to service personnel and package couriers. "Leave it on the desk." Came the almost automatic response from her, until she glanced back to see the man who has just entered her rented domain. "Superficial damage, no more than an annoying setback." The tone of her usual voice was quite melodic, like deeper notes on an oboe.

"You don’t seem to have delivered anything, so why are you-" She was interrupted soon enough, as her own message was displayed on the centre display. "I really didn’t think an attempted joke at phishing got through. Lo and behold, the rock had inhabitants." Only now did she turn around fully, sitting onto the edge of the cockpit with her legs hanging down from it. The curl of her lips revealing an ever so slight amusement. "It was me. And, what of it?" She was a bit unsure where this conversation might lead, leaving her with a hint of healthy paranoia.