[There's a flicker of concern on her face at mention of a friend being injured. It sounds like he has that handled, but the Enma is another matter entirely; the vaguest bit of reassurance slips into her voice:]

I'm sorry to hear about your friend. I can't promise any news from the Department when I'm as new as you are, but I'll let you know if anything comes up.

[She's unconcerned about whether that will ever come to pass; she knows who pays her bills, even with Mikey's money in her purse. As for the order...]

And no, I'm not giving you a cigarette.