She nodded. “Who cares how I feel? I used to live in a van.” His expression only grew more confused, and she went on. “Look, the others would probably come too if their work wasn’t so important. I guess Karl could… but she’s so guilty about this she can’t face you. She talks to our boss, tries to convince her to let you go… I give her reports on how you’re doing.” She walked up to the door, scooping up her multi-tool from in front of him. Deadlight didn’t resist as she folded the blade and put it back into her pocket.