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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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Sure, [Sam says. Her grin fades into a smile. o steeb.]

For some veterans, that can mean disclosure to friends and family, instead of counselors. I got nothing but respect for that.

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[He nods at that suggestion, thoughtful.]

I'll keep that in mind. Maybe that'll work.

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Tell all your friends, [she adds, benignly. Not making fun, not exactly.] Especially the ones who used to be genetically and psychologically reprogrammed mass-murderers.