Isabella asks where this sits within your remit. The wording is polite, but it has the weight of a badge being shown without the badge leaving the pocket, authority hinted at just enough to make you feel the corridor narrow. Your mouth goes dry. You understand, suddenly, that you have been treated as plausible only because you have been boring enough to ignore. You need to become narrower, smaller, and less interesting immediately, not as morality, as survival. You need to shrink into a shape that fits inside her idea of what a junior analyst is allowed to know. The urge to argue rises, ego, panic, both, and you swallow it down like bad coffee. You draft answers in your head and hate all of them equally. [[Confirm Elliot Scope|Confirm Elliot's scope]] [[Isabella Verifies|See if Isabella verifies]]