[Paul can never help himself when it comes to inferences. Anna keeps other people's secrets better than her own, he thinks, and has to remind himself that perhaps she doesn't think of her nature as someone who helps other as something to hide.]

I might ask you to tell me about those missions some other day. The ones that aren't still secrets.

[Or too difficult to talk about.]

And I don't think you have much to worry about there. You're the most augmented human I've ever met. [What makes a person human is in their head, or so he keeps telling himself, because the alternative is not so pleasant.] You're unique.