"Not that I'm aware of," she replied frankly. Her voice was totally normal now. She hadn't always had this level of control over her voice and her face, but Section had taught her that along with everything else. She'd never be the master of it that Michael was, of course. That made her think of the images she'd seen, of watching him die and seeing how controlled his face hadn't been. Why had she seen that? Was that actually what was going to happen? Was she going to leave Darrow someday and go back to Section? She couldn't even imagine how that would work. She was considered dead. Again.

"I was just sitting in my flat" trying not to cry "and then I was here. Dunno any other way to explain it."