[If it makes her feel any better, Evelyn herself is wearing a rumpled dressing gown with her hair in a messy bun, which is about as schlubby as any self-respecting woman from the 1930s will allow herself to look.]

It's doing as much as it can, [she replies honestly. Earnestly.] It isn't the data alone, but how we use it. I'm coming up with solutions with Commander Shepard, but nothing is going to be immediate...and I don't have replies from everyone, either. We have to keep up with it, or it'll be ineffective.

[Evelyn pushes a curl out of her eyes and pauses for a moment before sighing.]

...I'm sorry, I've been very worked up about this.