[All at once, Sasha starts to shiver. She feels Michael's terrible, horrible hands, like the sensation of them has gripped very inch of her skin, and she can't move. It's not just uncomfortable, but frightening, and...and coming from Jon. The answer comes out, unbidden, practically unconscious.]
Of course I'm really Sasha James. I've always been Sasha James, and I only work...I work for you! For the Institute!
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Of course I'm really Sasha James. I've always been Sasha James, and I only work...I work for you! For the Institute!