"Okay," she says, nodding firmly. "That's my next stop."

"...that's Tommasi's department. He's Head of Communications. I... don't think he had an HRA. He kind of made a point about not wearing one earlier. Keep an eye out." 

She nods again, thoughtfully, picturing the journey ahead. Onward into more of these boxy concrete halls, getting shot at by more glowing red people, walking like a ghost through more abandoned offices with the middles of a hundred strangers' workdays scattered across their desks. It should feel creepy, frightening, and to be fair it does. But at the same time...

No matter what they told me all these years. I know it's real now. I didn't imagine this.

What scares me shitless, is that I finally found it. Only to see the Hiss destroy it all.

Her hands grip the edge of the table like she's about to push her chair back and stand, but instead she finds herself hesitating, scattered and uncertain and trying not to show it.

Emily does seem to pick up on this, at least a little bit. "You're the Director," she says, "I know this might be a lot right now and all of this is rather new to you but I'm sure you can handle it. Don't hesitate to ask me any questions about anything you want to know. There are no stupid questions."