"It-"

And in an instant all that directionless anger boiling over her until it was overwhelming was snuffed out. She swallows a lump like ice with sharp corners that goes down hard in her aching throat and looks down. Not since she was a small child; ten, maybe as far back as five - back when her problems were more domestic and less a universal theatre of total war.

Long enough she can map out that distance from then and now where she's never felt the need to shrink. Reticent in front of someone in authority questioning her with more reason than just to scold her. She doesn't look back up at him.

"Who do you think?"