Fletcher frowned even more. That was not what he'd wanted to hear. Well, it was...but it wasn't. "Of course. I..." He looked down for a moment. "Then it wasn't you." Not the real her. He would write to speak to the other guards as a precautionary measure, but otherwise he was inclined to believe her.
"I believe so," he replied. "I will take care of this immediately." He looked back up. "Thank you for your time and I am sorry if it has caused you any inconvenience."