"I know who won't..." She cuts herself off and shakes her head, sure that there's something she's missing in what Dale's saying and aggravated by not being able to access it. More than that, though, "I guess I can't be sure who won't be here on the island." 'On the island' sounded just the faintest bit skeptical, as if she didn't quite believe in it. "Although I can't imagine it will be who I'd really like to see."

And one of them was here already from before the Mexico City jaunt, which made it even more maddening. Arthur had assured her that she and Annie and Ben had gotten Meg and the other hostages out all right, that Annie and Ben had worked well together, and she'd been her usual brilliant self (she'd snapped at him for unnecessary ego strokes and he'd shrugged and told her it was never unnecessary to tell his wife she was one of the Agency's best assets and she'd rolled her eyes and stalked out), but this whole magic island didn't sit well with her tactical mind still at work on getting them out of the office building alive.