"I think I'll keep it in my back pocket for when I feel like I need it," she answers, lightly. She is terrifying, she's killed more people than a lot of soldiers, and she'll do it again without hesitation if she decides that's what needs to happen, but that means not making threats needlessly. "As for trusting you - Jesus is a good judge of character and him trusting you takes you a long way with me, sure. But no one's perfect, and I've seen what happens when he makes bad calls."

Her eyebrows pull together a bit, almost a frown, not quite. She's not judging her friend, not by a long shot, but the truth remains that their gauges are skewed - perhaps permanently - by the world they come from and that they're both hoping someday to get back to, she's pretty sure. "And you get that there's always going to be that extra pressure, right? No matter what you say, the city still has expectations. The program can change shit at any time. That's not nothing."