There was a time when she really believed in the work that she was doing. Despite the fact that very few entered her corner of Level Eleven permanently unaltered, she knew that she was necessary. The information that she had been able to uncover from those reluctant to share what they knew had been invaluable. She felt confident in the fact that she had been able to prevent most of the revolts against the regime before they were even started. Thanks to the job that she and Rabastan and their small staff completed, their world was safer. That was how she was able to go home each night to her family with a clear conscience. As much of a shit mum as she was, she felt proud of the fact that when she leaned down to kiss the top of her only child's head, she knew that it was for his safety that she extracted the information in creative ways.