The gentle click of the teacup draws Anon’s attention. Binah smiles, “It’s impolite to ignore a guest. Though this floor is ‘mine’, you invited me. Remember, your actions affect fellow Assistants. One bad apple spoils the bunch, as they say.” She places down her teacup, looking intently at Anon. “You were saying something about us? Our relationship? You feel like a pet on a leash. We’re together, aren’t we? Any issues?”