“Do you really always muster to the call when the alarm goes out?” she found herself asking, in mild curiosity. That instinct had always been lost on her—one of the few times she’d been privy to it firsthand (rather than sheltering in a casino or running in the opposite direction from danger) was when waking up with Kiernan himself, dragged out of bed thanks to the man’s own altruism.
Whenever Ofelia skirted closer to an attack, it was usually simply to compile notes on it, keeping an eye on details for an encrypted report later.