Her lips parted to answer before her brain managed to fully process the oddity of his statement, and all that left her mouth was an exhale of foggy breath. The creasing of her brows made her confusion even more visible as she thought it over, until her expression relaxed as she reached a conclusion. Oh, he saw the news. Most people were more caught up with the more shocking details of the case, and after refusing interviews and the police department deciding her silence involving the case altogether was preferable, her face had hardly shown on the news programs at all. She hadn't been the only witness to the case that had fallen victim, but she had been the only to survive the assassination attempts with only a few bullet wounds, a limp, and multiple compensation checks to show for it.
"At least another half year of mandatory leave," she answered, an echo of what her employers told her. She wasn't making as much as she was before, and she was still fresh enough out of school to still be paying off student loans that what was left of her savings wasn't as plentiful as some might imagine of somebody with a medical degree. Factor in the high cost of living in San Fransisco, and affording a place in a nice enough neighbourhood on her own wasn't really within her budget if she also wanted to eat. And the psychologist they'd been forcing her to see after the shooting insisted she really needed to spend more time around other people- alive people more specifically.