Don folded his arms, leaning back against the cool wooden staircase rail. His eyes stayed fixed on Winter, whose neutral expression showed no sense of awkwardness despite the uncomfortable topic.
Her calculated precision in speech and movement was something he was still getting used to.
"What makes you think she was talking about me?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.
Winter's gaze remained steady. "Given my analysis of her behavioral patterns, interactions, and social contact records, you are the most logical candidate."
Don's brow arched. "Wait... you've got access to her digital info? Like... messages?"
Winter's head shifted with mechanical exactness. "No. I am prohibited from forcefully accessing the devices of household residents or external individuals unless explicitly instructed by you or if they are deemed a credible threat."
Don lowered his brow, nodding in cautious understanding. Winter's tone remained as composed as ever.
