[He said it without thinking. Of course America doesn't know who she is. England hid it from him, trying not to let on how bothered he was by the death of a stranger.

He takes a deep breath and massages his fingers over his temple, eyes shut as he tries to compose himself.] The woman who found Sealand.

She died last night, after telling me that she found him. She didn't have time to make it back to safety.

[And even though she had her own agenda, England still can't help but feel some responsibility for it.]