"That's actually what she said, 'it's complicated', I kinda thought she just didn't wanna talk about it." May was not the talking kind, and when she did, it was two or three words, that was about it. But she was good, had good ideas, Emma liked her well enough, even for all the closed off manner. Secret agent, probably something she'd been trained for.
"Things like people being abducted to a strange horror dimension and then being systematically tortured until they crack?" This seemed like the kind of weird thing that people would not be ready to deal with. "Then again, my family come from a storybook, what can I really call weird." The bullpen cubicles led off to a fork, one lane leading back to where the stairs were, the other going deeper into the building, "Okay, so, left towards the next level, or right, deeper into the bowels of this level?"