She hums: one short note of agreement. Their predicament places them precisely on the knife's edge of uncertainty -- and it's unclear whether their recruitment had been intentional or some unfortunate side-effect of a larger problem. Either option makes her skin crawl. Makes her spine shake.

"Problem is, we're all fresh. All new. I've not managed to find or speak to a single person who isn't in precisely the same boat as...you and I."

And it clearly wears on her. Aggravates her. What's a spy to do, with no-one fit for interrogation?