Amy was biting her bottom lip out of nervous habit. She hadn't been able to communicate with her father for who knows how long, and it was then that it finally clicked: her father's last known location was in that very same station the Alliance was sending them to infiltrate. Amy didn't know what business he had there, but she sure hoped that he was gone by the time they arrived.

"No questions," she replied in a low voice, her mind partially distracted with the very real possibility that her father might be killed by one of the members of her crew if she wasn't able to find him first.

The thought made Amy physically ill. She could only guess what she looked like as she excused herself from the War Room to head to the nearest restroom. She rushed out of her seat to head outside as fast as she could. Precious seconds were ticking away as she reached the elevator, then the armory, followed by the restroom. She arrived just in time as she lowered herself over the toilet to vomit, not bothering to close the door behind her.