Ringer made an appointment to see Faolan. She wanted him to see her name in his book or on a post-it or however Hillingdon managed to organize things, to know she was coming. It also served to make the visit less personal and more distant, a pretty clear indication that she was already made aware of his secret position. At least this time she wasn't avoiding him. He deserved the chance to explain himself.

A minute before the assigned time, she knocked at his office door and let herself in without waiting. Ringer looked at him, paused, and very carefully closed the door behind her to avoid damaging it in anger. She then moved forward to take a seat, all without saying a word. Once seated, one leg folded over the other, both hands in her lap, she waited for him to speak first, her expression a perfect neutrality as only Ringer could manage.