"Don't presume to know me Owen." Hetty says evenly.
"I know you better than most people, Henrietta, and don't you forget it. You don't let people in easily. Maybe I don't know you very well, but that's because you wouldn't let me know you, so don't throw that in my face. You create your own environment and you can't complain about people not knowing you. You've done this to yourself." Owen says angrily.
"Touché, Owen. You're right. You do know me better than most people, but that's not saying a lot. There are people who work with me who don't know me at all." Hetty sits down at her desk with a cup of tea.
"I know you're hesitant about putting Blye back in the field, Henrietta, but we've both been through similar situations and all we wanted was to get back into the field. Blye is no different." Owen says firmly. He sits down across from Hetty.
"Yes, and just like Ms. Blye we were prevented from going back into the field until we had been assessed. Nothing has changed. I'm not going to change my mind, Owen. This has to be done for everyone's safety. I'm not going to put my team in danger." Hetty stares at Owen over her teacup.
"I believe you, Henrietta. Just be sympathetic. We both know what she's going through right now. We need to support her. She's going to need help from someone at some point." Owen says casually.
"I notice she hasn't asked for help yet. That's not a good sign. We also both know what happens if she doesn't talk about her experience. I don't care who she talks to, but she needs to talk. It's important for all of us. You had I had each other to talk to back in the day. I can only hope Ms. Blye talks to Mr. Deeks." Hetty sighs heavily.
"You can't tell me you told me everything about what happened to you on those occasions. Neither of us are particularly open about our feelings and neither is Blye. What if the one thing she holds back is the one thing she should say? It's not as if she would know what to say and what not to say." Owen sounds tired.