"I don't know if I've met her." She had quite a lengthy, slightly heated conversation with her once, in fact, but they never exchanged names. "Greed. Promises of power. Those go a long way with the right people." He knows that.

She shakes her head, "No, I know we can't. I still don't like it. It could go really sideways if the wrong notes get taken." She huffs a soft sigh and leans her head onto his shoulder. They weren't even good at being policed as a group of little more than a handful under Kaz, what hope does Sam have with exponentially more people to herd like cats under him? "I don't think I like him much," she mutters softly with a little frown.

"Ideas have to start somewhere." she points out, looking up at him again. "I know you're making... a lot of friends, but who do you trust? Really trust, besides me and Sam." Because she knows those are givens.