Lynn smiles as she plonks herself down on the shabby sofa in Ivan's flat, letting out a sigh of exhaustion. "Okay, done. We're in luck. Vanya said he'd bring dinner after... everything that happened." The purple-haired woman smiled wanly. "You don't have to be brave, Lynn," you say. "You were almost..." Your voice falls silent, unable to speak the final word. Almost trafficked, by the Beqiri family. "We'll stop Loran. Him and the rest of the NSB's goons," Lynn interrupts, too brightly.