It's a bit like coming home to find that things have been subtly moved. Your first worry is that something has been stolen but, as you open drawers and check the safe and go down the list of things you own, nothing is missing. But that lamp was up on the shelf, and that book's been flipped through, and wasn't that couch a few inches to the left of where it is now?  Nothing's been taken. Rather, nothing's been taken but a sense of security, a feelign of privacy. Someone has come into your home and gotten their filthy little rat paws all over your things.

When did she get the chance? Has she--no, Sasha isn't acting like she's been invaded. Isn't fussing or pacing or making litle hissing noises. Focus. Yes, some of these pictures show details that can almost only be seen from inside the cockpit. Keep it down, keep it in. That's what Gramps always said. Take in the facts, figure out what's going on, [i]before[/i] you jump in or blow up on somebody that doesn't deserve it. Or worse, on somebody that [i]does[/i] deserve it. 

"Ailee, have you been messing with Sasha without permission?"