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You stare at Steve. Steve stares at you. Time passes, but not that much time because Steve is surprisingly good, for a dog, at staring contests while you are surprisingly rubbish in general terms. With a whimper you are forced to break away blinking wildly, Steve does an exceptionally good attempt at a shrug for an animal that has the wrong sort of shoulders and trots off.
The Bureau shake their heads, something you correctly interpret as a bad sign. Do you?