If only he knew how willing she was to join him in leaving. But then no one knew and that was the point. She couldn't stand the regime at present, would love nothing more than to tear it down and rebuild from it's ashes. She and so many others of the village don't have clean enough hands to be able to rebuild something nicer, less destructive and dark. But it would be a start, even if it was just in the smallest shift in attitudes.

"Most likely," she never stayed long if she could help it. Staying meant risking her sanity and getting far to wrapped up in the deceit that ran so thick at home. It was like a poison that eventually made it's way into everyone. "Perhaps there will be an opportunity for us to work together." There's a sort of lighteness to her tone then. Almost as if the idea pleases her. She can't say she's had many opportunities where their skill sets allow for such a team up.

Assuming of course she didn't get sentenced to another two week long intelligence mission. She was so sick of hiding in her shadows and listening to mostly pointless conversations. That seemed to be the mission desks new favorite assignment for her; she wouldn't mind it so much if they weren't so tedious.