Sylvia replies with a soft "come in" and when Natasha enters she'll find her at her desk, looking... well, worn-out. She feels as though she has spent the entire day reading newspaper articles and comments and fielding an avalanche of messages that range from concerned to outright threatening.

She could happily murder whoever leaked this story. Happily.

"Natasha," she says, with a tired smile. "How goes it?"