"Are you kidding? It was nice of you to make the place seem more homey for me. I think this is the first time it has actually looked lived in. And don't think I don't notice the outfit," she teased, pulling on his sleeve lightly. "It's a nice improvement." Things were still fucked up, more than she wanted to think on but she didn't like being mad at her friends. It was times like this that her vast shift in moods came in handy.
"We're good," she added, not making it a question but a statement in case he was wondering. "If you get in over your head you happen to have a suspected terrorist in your corner. If you can't use those connections what can you use?" It was strange to think she was the criminal when he had gone and fucked with someone's memories. Such was the world.