Someone has to be worried about you, if you're not going to be.

[She clenches her fists hard into her skirt, whitening the knuckles. So far she'd managed to keep herself a little to the side of certain problems that she knew were rife in this place, either by ignoring them or simply avoiding them entirely, but she can't do that any longer. None of them can afford to.]

If that someone has to be me, then-- fine.

[Jane knows it's not just her. David, Luther, all the others... they wouldn't have managed to get him back if they didn't care.

She shakes her head.]

I know-- I know the Director General of The Northwestern Imperium. She'd help me if I asked.