"Sir," she interrupted firmly, well aware that she was treading on increasingly thin ice. "We'll be fine."
The hesitancy - and, Sam realized in hindsight, the vulnerability - abruptly left his face, and he gave her a hard look. "What did Hammond say to you?"
The word "What?" slipped out before Sam realized how much she sounded like Dagin Lor, and she bit down on her tongue.
The Colonel rolled his eyes to the ceiling and looked back at her almost reluctantly. "I was waiting for you," he said, grudgingly, "after the briefing."
So he'd seen the General call her into his office, and he'd made the all-too-accurate assumption that their short chat had been about him. Well there was no reason to tell him otherwise, no reason to lie, as long as she left out a few choice details. "He wanted me to keep an eye on you. I said I would. That's all." Not a lie, exactly, just a half-truth, and for his own good.
"Keep an eye on me?" He scowled. "You know, it might not actually say Colonel on my uniform, but that doesn't change the fact that I am. I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on you guys."