She Awaits Your Report

You've just completed what seemed like an average reconnaissance mission for Galactic Intelligence.

You took careful notice of every detail, as is your job, but nothing seemed any more abnormal than usual.

And yet, you have been summoned to report to the Director of Galactic Intelligence in person.

You do not know what she wants. You barely know anything about her, save that she says and does nothing without a purpose and is exacting in her work.

She waits for you in what looks like a room meant to house several analysts with her directing them from her throne-like seat in the center.

You do not waste time sating your curiosity, and she does not waste your time, either.

She asks you - interrogates you - about the details of your most recent assignment.

Her questioning is meticulous and precise. She has drawn details from your memory that you had almost forgotten.

She makes a note of your service and dismisses you.

What exactly just happened?