There was an uncomfortable silence.
Finally Jill spoke. “Oh my, that was awkward.”
“So much,” Alec said, “for the other 0.3% probability.”
They both looked at their advisor, who was sitting very still, his face white.
“It’s ok Bob,” Jill said, “really.”
He looked at her with a dazed expression. “Do you know what will happen if this gets out?”
Jill shrugged, “It’s Berkeley.”
“No,” he said morosely, “it used to be Berkeley. These days nothing is Berkeley. Not even Berkeley.”
“Don’t worry,” Jill said, “We’re all family here.”
Bob turned even more pale. “Somehow that makes it sound even worse.”
“You want to know what I think?” Alec said.
“Don’t tell me you’re jealous!” Jill said. “It’s not like you’ve shown any interest.”
Alec gave her a puzzled look. “Why would I be jealous? I think it’s cool.”
“You think it’s cool that I slept with my thesis advisor?”
“No, I think it’s cool that Anna knew about it.”
Jill slowly nodded, as this thought sunk in.
“And that’s not all,” Bob was looking at the terminal in wonder. “Check this out.”
“Well, I’ll be darned,” Jill said. “Apparently, Anna can hear everything we’re saying.”