... I'm sorry. [For a lot of things, it seems. There's no washing her participation off her hands but she can express regret for it not going the way it could've, ideally. There are far too many questions in her head now for her to feel all that comfortable returning to work without dwelling on or requesting answers for a few. She rubs her arms and sits against a tombstone quietly for a few beats. At what point did the record stop playing?]
I'm... going to have to have a couple conversations with people now. But there's nothing I can do in the meanwhile for you, is there? [Call her a bleeding heart like she expects you to, but - well. Daniel Cross killed her friends, her allies and their mentor - and she still would've tried to help him if she could. She as a little too much compassion still.]