Harley hurried over to the Senior Undersecretary's desk and looked over at Persephone quickly in a kind gesture, trying to reassure her (and herself) about the mission. She looked towards Mr. Kutcher, and she glanced over his desk interestedly, noting the array of photographs and potted plants. She cleared her throat after a moment, hoping to catch his attention; it would only take a moment of his time to get permission to see the minister, or even to find their target.