"I intend to scour Tracy's code - in the cleaning way, not in the painful rasping way," (although she might be up for some rasping eventually) "until I either confirm that he is there, or that Tracy's codebase is a safe stable environment that he can move himself into without hesitation."

"And for every soldier on the field, there are three or five or twenty sentients off the field: moving supplies, calculating usage, getting transit approvals and just holding peoples' hands when they are scared. The big people with shiny weapons get all the attention, but without the back-end support they'd be like a knife without a hilt: all edge and no way to move it. I think all your fighting will be in here," and she tapped her own forehead.