"Nothing." She grits the word out, her hand still steady as she finishes cleaning away the dried blood. It's going again now, though still not nearly as much as a wound of this kind normally would. She flushes it out, swipes away the runoff, and sits back. She's frowning, both at the wound and at her lack of information.

"If Michael's kidnapping people again, he's doing it very quietly. I've had people watching him as much as possible, but except for Hawkes and Vansen, they aren't trained to this kind of thing, and I need those two here. I should really stitch this shut."