Alice could read her son. Even after two years she could read him like a book. "Neville, please do not misunderstand. This is not what we do," she reaffirmed. By we, she referred to the Order. "Well, your father and I do not, at least. This is an unfortunate situation and I am doing what I can to make it better." She sighed again, not wanting to put the weight of this on Neville's already heavy shoulders.
"I am sorry I have to question you about this, but it's all I've got to go on." At his response she fell silent for a moment, looking contemplative. "Greengrass?" she questioned more to herself than to her son. Antony and Starla's daughter? Hmm. "Is there anything else you can tell me, Neville?" She hated pulling him into this. And each time she prodded him for information, she hated it even more.