Derek could hear her moving, but he still couldn't quite place where she was. Maybe that was better. He had a feeling that if he did know, he'd be approaching by now and that would probably only make things worse. She was understandably skittish, from the sounds of it. He would be, too, he supposed.

At her question, Derek huffed a laugh. "What are you, new?" he asked, laughing again. "Sorry, just...they give you exactly the information you need for a mission. Nothing more. Nothing less. I know your name is Elsa. That's literally all I know," he told her.

Though, she was probably asking for a reason and that reason probably was not because she was curious what he thought or where he stood on the matter. The likelihood was that she was asking because even she didn't know. Derek stopped laughing.

"Okay, here's the deal, Elsa. You could've killed someone, been caught joining a Secret Society, or someone just didn't think you looked happy enough for their liking. All of those things could be treasonous. So...since I'm guessing you have no idea what you did, hence the question, I'm going to go ahead and assume that it's probably something stupid. In which case, oops. I couldn't find Elsa. I failed my mission today."