[Something in what he says annoys her, but she can't put her finger on it. Hmm...]

Of course I have control. I've always had control, everything I've done has been my decision, I-

[...

...ah, that would be it. It's not Kimblee she's annoyed at; it's herself. Sighing angrily, Emmy runs her hands through her hair.]

That's why I'm so angry about this, it's so bloody unfair! I was supposed to atone for what I've done, but now...

[...hang on, hang on, let her get her thoughts in order...deep breath!]

...

[She can work with this.]

...Mr Kimblee. As a Grunt, I'll get to go on missions, won't I? And I can access most of the base?