America closes her eyes and considers a moment, not realizing how close she came to losing her teeth to Cortana's shoulder. That would've put a damper on the romance. "I'm exposed to confidential information, but I doubt that would come up in a memory search. I'm willing to share my memories, but..." She shrugs halfway. "It depends on what comes up and how much control we have."

There's a pause and she snorts against Cortana's skin, laying back on the sand. "Given how you Freelancers go, maybe Cortana and I should be more worried about the kind of fond memories you come up with. 'Daddy'."