Nina's jaw sets as she listens to him go on about this new gang in town. Los Nahuales, they're calling themselves. She can't help but wonder for a moment how, exactly, James' group and the cats differ. She's gone from knowing exactly what she believed in to picking from various shades of gray when they're all blurring together. Still, she knows she's no better than the rest after all she's done to facilitate it.
More uncharitable thoughts, certainly, and she feels guilty for them as she pushes them aside and does her best to focus. Because ultimately, it shouldn't be James' job to push out this new gang. It should be the Mayor's. And as concerned as he claims to be with defending and protecting their city, he's having his men do the opposite -- enabling them to destroy it instead.
The gang-on-gang violence isn't her business. It never has been her kind of thing and never will be. She tries to focus them both, changing the subject to avoid her distaste for the other: "We're playing two games here, then, concurrently, even if one opponent's aiding and abetting the other. This battle with the cats, then this war against Olinger. I don't think I can do much about the former." Nor does she want to be involved. "But we can start by setting up that information drop. Wherever you think is secure, I'll trust your judgment on that." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for more subterfuge and underhanded dealings she never signed up for when she first enrolled in law school. "I'll work on building the case."