She was preparing to go through an itemized, bulleted, ruthlessly organized list of why exactly she could sit there and tell him why it hadn't been necessary, when she froze. She... didn't actually have a list, did she?. Not one that couldn't be ripped to shreds far too easily. Her excuses, laid bare as they were for her now, were flimsy. Without weight. It had been necessary. It would have been what she would have done, if one of the others had been in her place. It might've been a touch more polished, the plan they'd had. It might've included a few less moving parts, but it would have largely been the same.