Darcy takes a quick puff on her cigarette like a test, then tips her head back to blow the smoke into the air. She contemplates what she wants to say while she watches those tendrils curl toward the ceiling and disappear. "I think... I don't know why I was chosen, so maybe it would help to talk to the others. Establish a pattern. But I don't know if I want to talk about what happened to me out there. Maybe the others don't either. So I'm not sure if it would do you too much good, but..."

A shrug, and a look that says what'cha gonna do? "Can't hurt to ask people to come forward anyway. You should talk to Ryuuzaki. I know he'd be interested in helping sort the data." That she's reducing accounts of disappearances into the hallways as data really speaks to how much she's trying to divorce herself from it. It's easier to handle if it's something separate and apart from her. It probably won't help in the long run.