Swamped

Graham speaks up before you do.

"Oh, say! Nice to see you again. Want to apologize - I thought you were Ms. Rebecca, so I never actually asked for your name earlier. A bit rude of me."

She just groans.

"As it happens, my name's also Rebecca. So I've gone by Becky since I got on here. I prefer not to talk about it. It feels weird every time I see her, especially since when I do, she's usually giving me some kind of orders." She shakes her head in exasperation. "But what are you doing in the laundry room?"

"Ah," you say. "Well, the thing is, I have some questions about the party, and I was wondering if you might be able to answer any of them."

"They were organizing a union," she says. "That's what was really going on. I understand there were to be some negotiations with Mr. Resk, but he had to leave suddenly. That's all I know."

"A union?" you ask, surprised.

"As in, an organization of workers collectively bargaining to..."

"I know what it is. But it's a weird way to do it."

"I agree," Becky says. "But as it turns out, there's a lot of overlap between the things you do to quietly organize a union and the things you do to quietly organize a mutiny. And there's plenty of captains who don't see a difference between them in any case. So it tends to lead to this sort of decision."

Hmm. Strange that she's explaining that so readily, then. Almost feels like she's trying to give you information in order to steer you away from asking about something else.

Well. How do you handle this, then?