Hm.
She should really have checked to see if there was really a miniature explosive present in her body, but between Castor's influence, the now instinctive sense of self-preservation that came with the title of Leviathan, and her own reluctance to leave to begin with, she'd not even bothered to check. Now, though, it seemed obvious.
She wouldn't give Novak the satisfaction of acknowledgment of her mistake, however. She didn't even glance at him as he pointed to her, and relaxed the tilt of her head as she adjusted her glasses. The truth had helped compound the lie into a tightening sense of mistrust of him, specifically, and made her glad she'd still refused his presence at the interrogation of... no. While they interrogated that anomaly. Words were important, now. And two questions had been asked that hadn't yet been addressed.
"I have to agree with Recurrent," she stated, regarding communications. Though likely not for the same reasons. "Greta has been in poor shape since the Breach incident, and her current handler has been... indisposed, as well." In a coma, but that was Foundation business, and Bailey was stable. Whether he'd continue working with Greta after his recovery was another question entirely, but not one for the Society. Nor was the answer of just how many people had specimens of ACF-707 at this exact moment, because even Lev didn't know for certain.
"Until she's in better condition, I'll offer these instead."
She dipped her fingers into the glasses case, removed four formal business cards from within it, and placed them on the table in front of her in a neat row. On each card was a company name, a Containment symbol, a name, an address, and a phone number. New York, Solar City, Chicago, and Millennium. She left them in front of her seat on the table. An answer to one question, and an example for the next, as her head turned to study Axiom's face.
"And when we do go public - which, I am happy to say, is now marginally more likely to be within our lifetimes - the Foundation itself will have changed enough to not raise anger, or suspicion or fear."
Let them take that as they would. The question was meant to provoke - but the answer was meant to give insight into Lev's methods. A hint at the nature of the Foundation Herself, as she stood today. The hope, the happiness, the changing. The intention behind it, and Lev's power to make that intention a reality, were all very real, but wouldn't be confirmed. Not here, not today. It still just a hope.
She gave the room one last Affable smile as Castor and Pollux followed her to their feet, and moved behind her. "But in the meantime, good afternoon, Society. I'll be seeing you all again soon, I hope."
And in that I, in that hope, was held far more than just the five-foot blonde that stepped out of the room. Much, much more, as those who were to interrogate the anomaly would sooner than later find out. For now, Lev was happy to part ways - and very much not looking forward to the lectures she would be getting from her fellow Councilmen, once the report of this meeting was finalized.