“Riley cleared me on what I could tell you, but we would all appreciate it if you wouldn’t repeat it in public.”  Chel began.  She made a point of looking toward Primrose.  She assumed that it was her who was in charge of the operation, or at least, a higher rank than her father.  “It’ll cause problems.”
“Problems?”  Primrose quirked an eyebrow.
“It has to do with the game.  You see, my friend Lexx, he’s part of a game …”  Chel began to tell them everything, thankful that she could.  There were no cameras here.  Nobody was watching her and she could speak freely, or so she thought.  
Primrose was recording everything.