"You are not Roman," she informs Doul, stiffly, like she's afraid of herself- being too emotional is not acceptable, "you are not him, nothing is your fault. Sorry. Going."

So she goes, but- not without a long look over her shoulder at the man who is not her husband but bears the strangest resemblance. That wasn't smart of her to do to herself, but she's always half-scared she'll forget Pullo's face once enough time passes.

If Langler tries to talk to her when she walks down the hall, she is going to punch him.