Harleen was impressed at the woman who boldly stood and asked every question that she had bit her own tongue on for the last month. The appointed facilitator deflected with practiced ease, offering vague assurances that the Bureau was aware of concerns and working to make improvements, before changing the topic entirely.

She made a point of seeking the woman out after the main meeting was finished and everyone mingled around coffee and stale baked goods.

"You'll find answers a bit thin on the ground, I'm afraid." She smiled and offered her hand. "Harleen Quinzel. Nice to meet you."