"If we were out as soon as we disobeyed orders, there wouldn't be any team left." And they were a team, really, something that almost surprises her because it feels like she'd forgotten. "We've all screwed up, but we just-- we can't abandon each other. Or the group. Sometimes things can't go to plan."

Homer and the sawn off shotgun. If they'd been captured when he had those, they'd have been dead faster than you could say any arbitrary one syllable word. It had been agreed: no weapons. If he hadn't had them, though, he and Chris would have died then and there.

"I mean, people fuck up. Things don't go to plan, but you don't abandon them or chuck 'em out like old scraps." She feels distinctly uncomfortable as she says that, because God knows how awful she's been to all of them, uncertainty flickering across her face for a moment. The only way she manages to dismiss it is with a derisive snort.
"Batman sounds like a misogynistic bastard."

That she can get behind. She's never underestimating girls or holding them to unfair standards, right? Well. Fi, sometimes, but she was Fi. That was different, right?

"I don't think a bloke like that'll ever give you the recognition to soothe your pride." Pride is her biggest flaw; she knows all about it going unsound,