He finds her in office, long legs stretched out to side of desk, head tilted back and seemingly staring into midair. To those who don't know her, it might appear as though Katya shirks duties or may even have dozed off. Those who do realize she is more comfortable ordering her thoughts in head than on paper or machine.

She calls it security. When in good mood and with those she trusts as much she ever trusts anyone, she will own to paranoia and laugh at own foibles.

Now, though, her gaze snaps to Clive, showing she is not as lost in thought as she may seem. "You look like man on mission," she tells him, face lighting. "Tell me it is to whisk me away from all this and I will kiss your feet, though perhaps only metaphorically."