She's always carried herself the same - contained, controlled. Being here hasn't changed that, really. At least not around strangers.

"I'm afraid you'll just have to live with it."

She raises his gun, takes her time lining up the shot. This doesn't particularly matter, but these days she's putting the same careful attention to everything, even the tiniest things. It helps somehow.

"People have tried quite a few things. Barring a sudden breakthrough, which I don't expect, we're quite stuck."

The crack of the shot is louder than she expected in her ear, but the aim's good.