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Natalie caught the key, turning it over in her hand, watching the way the light glinted on the metal with a sort of fascination. Several moments of silence passed, an uncomfortable break in the conversation, before she responded. "You do realize that Tahira Ali turned herself in at the Kabul embassy, and that she has been extremely - albeit unprecedentedly - cooperative in the past few days."

Tilting her head to the side, Natalie stared at Rapp's face, miming eye contact to the best of her ability without actually making it. It was a trick she'd learned years back, to look at someone's nose in lieu of meeting their eyes. Her own vivid green eyes were alight with the unabated energy that seemed to leak from her rigid posture and articulate speech.

"Are you informing me that after six days, I will only be home for one day, and then will return to this facility here?" Natalie asked, leaning slightly forward as she spoke, forgetting to add the proper inflection on the question this time.