"Doesn't really matter, does it?" It might sound like her typical brand of cynicism bleeding through, but the tone's off; jaw relaxed as she rolls back down across the mattress to settle into the crook of his arm, ignoring the loud static hiss let out in the process. "Give it another month or so and they'll have undone all this. Poor bastards down there won't even known the Initiative got them all killed off."

Though she's strongly considering telling them, even if it's too far-fetched to buy.

"Business as usual."