[He has the right of it; she's not surprised. Victor was many things to many people, but at the core of everything was the fact that he'd always been there to break Nate's fall, quick to lend a hand when she came knocking on his doorstep to see about greasing more than a few palms in Turkey and-- well there was the bit about shooting Charlie in the head, but given the way those two constantly clash without drugs or bullets involved, she supposes she can't fault him too much for it.

At any rate, it's comforting to know that even without the silver in his hair, they're still birds of a feather.] Seriously. The whole thing is a joke: they take our freedom, refuse to give it back and expect us to be charmed by the occasional trip out to do their dirty work.

No thank you. Done enough of that for one lifetime.