She tilts her head from side to side as if nodding in thoughtful agreement: even with his voice gone and well out of earshot, she has to admit, it wasn't a bad bargain. The agreement favored her more than it did him outright.

"Maybe."

Why bother telling her this now? Even without his helmet there to obscure his face, she finds him somewhat unreadable. It's a weird hand to play after a resounding win for their side.

"You know, for somebody that supposedly did him in, he seemed pretty invested in getting you back."