To this, Lena folds her arms and stares at him. Its a searching stare, somewhat hurt and somewhat confused. The Jack Morrison she knew never would have blinked at painting a target on his back -- and maybe he isn't doing that now, but he's suggesting that she and Winston (and anyone else, if they ever answered the Recall -- but she wasn't going to think about that) couldn't take care of themselves.
He's just making excuses. But even if she's hurt, she can't exactly blame him. The details about what had happened were still unclear, but two men had been incinerated and crushed by a building that day. She can't even pretend to understand how that must've felt, so she doesn't try.
"Better a target on my back than lettin' a bunch of loonies run around unchecked," she replies, not necessarily snapping, but definitely disapproving in its own way. However he might feel, she isn't about to let herself be scolded for doing the right thing -- if Emily was alright with it, then she had nothing to apologize for. "Ain't nobody else gonna fix it, or they woulda done it already. 'sides: they'd have to catch me first."
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He's just making excuses. But even if she's hurt, she can't exactly blame him. The details about what had happened were still unclear, but two men had been incinerated and crushed by a building that day. She can't even pretend to understand how that must've felt, so she doesn't try.
"Better a target on my back than lettin' a bunch of loonies run around unchecked," she replies, not necessarily snapping, but definitely disapproving in its own way. However he might feel, she isn't about to let herself be scolded for doing the right thing -- if Emily was alright with it, then she had nothing to apologize for. "Ain't nobody else gonna fix it, or they woulda done it already. 'sides: they'd have to catch me first."