[So there is a nerve in Lazarus that may be plucked to his displeasure. The fierce underdogs tend to have one. She is not entirely dissatisfied to see it sing, stringing him up to a more personal sort of defensiveness.]

Oh, you have been digging.

[She approves. Her approval is as sharp as her disdain, but far rarer, the glint of a diamond dusted blade over the jagged rake of broken plex. Her teeth are almost pink to match her hair when she flashes them, flipping her hood up over her distinctive hair.]

All I ever wanted was the truth. [She tilts her head, lightly.] Whatever the cost. A demanding principle...one so seldom appreciated.

You may go. Clean yourself up. I will consider your proposal.

[As though he did not already have the audacity to declare their allyship.]