[He's silent for perhaps a second too long, as he paces away from her. His steps are even and measured, and his feet take him behind his desk, sparing a glance at the shelf full of books about AI.]

...The Director of Project Freelancer is dead, Agent Connecticut.

[He looks at her, meets her eyes.]

This wasn't intended to be a test, but I'm afraid that it's become a trial. If the Captain's arrival was planned, I was not aware.