Birkhoff glared at her, but there wasn't any real heat behind it. "I'm going to pretend you didn't just insult me because I need your help but after that, see if I help you with your computer troubles," he replied, and it was clear that even though he wasn't entirely serious, those computer troubles would be ones of his making. It honestly felt really good to have Nikita around.
"I mean. I know objectively that it's probably fine. Mal and her friends were in a gang in their world, too. Hell, Division was sort of like a super charged, government black ops sanctioned gang. I just. I don't trust her boyfriend. And I know that trusting her should be enough but it isn't. She's mine. My responsibility." He was quick to catch himself there, but it was clear that he considered Mal part of his circle of people and that circle was very, very small. It was a testament to how well he and Mal got along that she was even part of the circle. Just because he was her guardian didn't matter.
"I don't want her going down a path only to realize it's poisoned."