There's Security visible on the balcony, now, a squat man and a tall woman neither of whom Carissa recognizes, presumably in case anyone pretending to be a defector thinks about becoming one for real. Carissa wonders absently which level of the game they're on, whether Abrogail briefed all the Security about her game or not. 

What would Abrogail's poor innocent beauty do.

...she shrieks in frustrating anguish at them and tries hurling herself off the balcony. 

There's Security visible on the balcony, now, a squat man and a tall woman neither of whom Carissa recognizes, presumably in case anyone pretending to be a defector thinks about becoming one for real. Carissa wonders absently which level of the game they're on, whether Abrogail briefed all the Security about her game or not. 

What would Abrogail's poor innocent beauty do.

...she shrieks in frustrated anguish at them and tries hurling herself off the balcony.