The door opened behind her, and William's reflection appeared in the polished metal of the weapons rack.
"You sure about this?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe.
Morrigan didn't turn around. "No, but it needs to be done."
She grabbed a set of throwing knives, slipping them into the hidden sheaths in her jacket. The soft click of metal on metal filled the silence between them.
William stepped further into the room. "I could send a team with you. Federation security's no joke."