She heard. She heard and she was confused. Was this her government? The people she had been working for? More owned by. She still felt a sense of loyalty that was hard to shake. It was so far ingrained that now she found herself wondering if those deaths were supposed to be on her head. There was the knock at the door and she frowned. "I am not here." It didn't occur to her right away that it didn't work the same as when someone else said you were not there.