"I know Connor's too... clean for this type of thing." Kijani raised her eyebrows, feeling a sudden burst of rage at the mention of the alien. "Every time she speaks into my brain, I all but cuss at her, then block her out." Her jaw was clenched. "I don't like telepaths. My mind is my own, not someone's book to open and read at will." She breathed out with a burst of anger, and let the feeling pass. "...if you can get her to promise not to get into my head, she would make an excellent candidate." She paused, and a wry smile came to her lips. "There's nothing in the sandwich by the way. To find a good enough drug, I'd have to go poking around here- and as you said, all of the doors are DNA locked. I didn't check yet, but I'm pretty sure you don't keep any truth serum or knockout pills in your bathroom cabinet. Your food is safe." She paused again, looking up at him with a hint of her usual mischief. "Unless you don't like mustard."