Her brow folds up like an accordian as she reluctantly faces for the first time her mystification as to what exactly the Department does. They relayed mass missions to transports in advance... before those came to an end. They... threw mixers, back when they had the venues and the budget? That isn't particularly noteworthy, and the welcome tent would survive if the department were dissolved tomorrow.

"Help people? I guess." The response is so lame, and Kanaya's uncomfortable looks at the adults telegraph her self-conscious inadequacy. "I don't know, if we don't have any information for the liaisons to convey..."