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[jink]

Morning, ladies, gentlemen, those who aren't.

[In slacks and a plain shirt, Samantha is Ms. Wilson today, having foregone the goggles and wings that characterize her alter-ego, the Falcon, which is a name nobody besides herself (and occasionally Rogers, to humor her) (Romanoff also, for a different take on humor) actually makes use of. She props her elbows on the podium and flashes a smile.]

This question's partly professional. I work at the VA counseling center, so booze and weird spycraft is off-limits.

What makes self-disclosure easier for you? Of personal problems, especially?

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[meanwhileback]

Anonymity. The internet helps a lot with that, thank sweet baby jesus. But um.

[the briefest of utterly dignified pauses, in which Penelope, conscientious as always, smokes.]

I mean, is the whole "disclosure of personal problems" thing always entirely necessary? Whatever happened to good old repression and denial?

[jink]

[Sam daubs a brief finger-point at Penelope, her face lighting up.] That's definitely a growing trend. Internet therapy.

As for the other thing, [she props her elbows on the podium again.] Repression and denial have their place. From being born to losing baby teeth, even a life without military's full of messy crap and random chaos. Sometimes forgetting's normal. Other times, it's not possible.