"I doubt the rebels have that sort of technology at their disposal. But clearly they possess something. We've already had a number of people defect to their side." She's obviously very disgruntled by this fact, but what can she do? You can't force people to see sense.

It feels akin to trying to find the exit to a room by wandering out into the center and hoping a door springs into being out of nowhere. And yet.

"I certainly can't tell you what you should believe. But I would hope you're a person of sense, and could reason it out yourself given enough time to see what's going on here." She waves one delicate hand dismissively. "If not, I suppose you'll leave as well. If this pattern continues, doubtlessly someone else will need the bed."

She's not bitter. Not at all.