"I don't. Not everything," she corrected herself, lips pursed a moment, before shaking her head slightly. She let herself lean back against the wall by the window. "I know that the Meta was involved, that he-- It had managed to obtain most of them one way or another." A Maine-shaped shell, certainly, but what was left of the man they'd known wasn't human anymore, not at the end.

"The records I obtained stated an EMP blast wiped out all the electronics in the UNSC facility that Epsilon was originally recovered from. Anything more exact.." A shrug. "Also meant they didn't have as much evidence to throw the book at the Director as they wanted, but just enough to move in and shut things down."

Mentioning Wash twisted her expression, Carolina not quite masking her scorn at York's words. He'd told her, back when she'd first arrived, that Wash's PTSD was severe here, and he hadn't been wrong, but she had little patience for it now. And Epsilon had told her he'd threatened him.. "He doesn't seem to have a tolerance for anything."