"No," she agreed. "Nothing should." But sometimes, she thought, things still would. She liked to think she was prepared for anything and everything they might send at her, but the sad truth was ... no one could prepare adequately for an unknown enemy. There was no pattern. There seemed to be no limits. There was never any way to anticipate what they might do, and it was maddening.
Or it would be, if she let herself think about it too much. As it was, she did engage in those sorts of thoughts in small doses, touching across the idea and acclimating to the idea that she truly was a very small fish in a very large pond, and she had no measure of authority here.
"I might. Do you doubt that I could?" She challenged him playfully. She couldn't, of course, and she thought anyone looking at the pair of them would draw the same conclusions. Even if it were possible to include Iridia in the equation, it still wasn't likely.
"And I'd be careful about asking those sorts of questions aloud. They may well try to show you the worst that could happen."