She scoffs at that, considering that part of the reason she's so good at her job is her willingness to shut out all outside factors. "I'm good at my job because I don't have a life," she points out, which is why she tries to be there as often as she can, for lunch, dinner, or whatever's going on.

She closes her eyes tightly, trying to ignore the light-headed sensation that bodes poorly. "Stop the vehicle, Neil," she pleads, feeling nauseous.