The woman left the packet on Sera’s table and stepped back before Sera could ask her name.
“Wait.”
“I’ve given you what I have.”
Sera had seen her at a rally defending Rook, speaking with the certainty of someone whose own useful work proved the institution behind it must be useful too. She did not mistake recognition for knowledge of everything the woman had done.
“You circulated the casualty list,” she said.
The woman stopped near the door.
“One version.”
“Was it accurate?”
