Nodding her head, and returning to typing away, Debra was half focused on what Dan was saying. "Ideally, the group of you will locate at least one of the missing and that way we'll have a--" something finally clicked in her brain and Debra stopped, turning in her chair to raise an eyebrow at Dan.
"'Pass it on to Dan', why would you pass it on to yourself?" That was a weird thing to say. What was even weirder was not correcting the mistake. Debra glared slightly, her over-active imagination kicking into gear as she ran through all the possibilities of just what the slip could mean -working from just being tired all the way through to invasion of the body snatchers to shape shifting evil agent work. Her hand went straight into the drawer beside her, bringing out the can of industrial strength mace.
"What's going on?" She'd spray it, and then bolt from the room if she needed to. Her parents were two doors down, her dad snoring softly and Debra couldn't not hear that. "Just who are you?"