Betty presses her lips together in frustration. Whispering back, "It's complicated." Carefully taking the stairs quickly and quietly down to the next level. "He is after a friend...a scientist who did nothing wrong. I was trying to talk him out of it." Words were wasted and things were said that would probably be regretted later. But for right now, Betty was against her father wholeheartedly.

"We need to stop them, or delay the convoy long enough," she says, following behind him.