Sometime during Supremacy.
'Don't you think you owe him an apology?'
Pamela glanced up, startled. Her surprise quickly turned to disapproval when she saw who was speaking; a simple agent whom she could fire in an instant.
'And why would that be?' She asked, her eyes narrowed. She didn't have to question who he was talking about, after all, everyone's assignment for days had been to find out as much as they could about Bourne.
The man shrugged. 'Maybe because everything he's said about himself has been true…and everything he's said about him-' he gestured loosely to the tape of Abott's confession, still sitting on Pamela's desk, '-has been a lie.'
The frown on her mouth deepened.
Later, speaking to Bourne for the second time, her hands had hovered over his files and her voice had been hesitant. 'David Webb. That's your real name.'
Some semblance of identity. Her own personal apology that was better, she decided, than any spoken words.