A litle spark of warmth. The faintest shift in her expression, the brightness in her eyes when he draws the line in the sand an inch closer to Amélie than herself. A wire that's been wound tight across the conflict they've stuck out here: it feels like he's set some modicum of trust on her shoulders.

She should know that she's wrong.

"I always do."

And that, at least, is honest.

She didn't come here to screw them over, regardless of what Talon's strict programming might define it as. It's just...different. Necessary. They'll survive the disconnect, she plans on making sure of it.

She's so close.