Molly lifted her arm up so Old Lace could free herself more easily, and once the dinosaur had cleared the area, Molly pulled herself up from the ground, brushing the shop grit off of her butt before perching on the edge of the chair. Gert wasn't wrong, but she was missing the point. It was much larger than two people, but two people made a difference. Two people could be two allies, and two more opportunities to create their own network of people they could trust. The Rebels, even with their problematically small numbers, still had a lot more than three people on their side. Even though they liked to think that they didn't need anyone else, having actual allies was important, and being able to help people was just a good thing in general.
She kept her mouth shut, trying hard to ignore just how loud Chase was projecting, but ready to jump in should he actually voice any of the things he was thinking. He wasn't wrong either, and even though she agreed with him on some level that using people just for information brought them one step closer to being as bad as their parents had been, saying it out loud, to Gert, was probably not the best choice. When he decided to voice a version of it anyway, she sighed, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose as Chase, mind still full of loud noises, stormed away.
"Froggie, what's our ETA now?" She was almost afraid to ask, and when the AI piped up that they were still seven hours and four minutes out, she stubbed the last of her cigarette out and sighed. "Awesome."