There are so many things that North says that makes Ananke want to gag. 'Stud of a partner'. 'You're supposed to look sexy'. 'You can depend on me'.
That last one is particularly egregious to her.
For the millionth time the specialist wishes that there were an HR department that she could complain to that would actually listen. Maybe joining the military was a mistake. Maybe she should have gone into a difference profession. Maybe she could have been a bouncer. Or a manual laborer. A lot of things are starting to look more appealing to her by the second.
That being said, it doesn't change the obligation that hangs over her head by virtue of her having a job to do. And if this is really an official mission, in which Jabberwocky members need to be investigated, then she doesn't really have a choice beyond either cooperating or quitting forever. "Lead the way, then," she concedes with a heavy, heavy sigh.