Fox wasn't one to nitpick through the technicalities. She did what needed doing to get the job done. The only thing she was guided by was the code. She put her trust in that and the Loom. She was doing Fate's work. At least that was what she thought. What they all thought.
Sloan shot that shit to hell. And fuck, if she didn't resent him for it. She downed the rest of the contents of her glass.
"Outside," said Fox. "But I guess the hotel itself is its own weirdness. Useful, though." She was also alive, thanks to the hotel, after all.
She thought about Wes' intention of going out there, guns blazing. She knew she couldn't let him do it on his own, no matter how much she agreed with Ghost's sentiments. "It's a target like any other. Just have to know the rules of the game."