"Thank you," Millicent managed, although her voice was still a growl. No one was allowed to impersonate her and get away with it. She'd have to look up the ways in which that would be possible, and if there was anything she could do to make sure it didn't happen again, she would do it. Her hands were clenched, claw-like nails digging into her own palms, but she didn't notice the blood. She got up to leave, and then hesitated. "If it was a mistake of mine that let this happen--" she said, and stopped. "Please let the Minister know I will make it up to him."
That was the worst possible situation, really. If something she had done - though she couldn't think what it would be - had cost her superiors an important captive, she'd feel utterly awful. She was loyal, there was nothing she wanted more than to prove it, every day. Some fucker had put her loyalty into question, and she would make them pay.