Trust Olinger to supply the dramatics. Lansing was growing weary of the Mayor's tunnel vision. The desire to oversimplify a complex issue, make it a black and white battle between good and evil. There was more opposition than just the damn biker gang... but TR wasn't going to undermine the party line or argue for clarification. Davidson didn't necessarily need to know that the turf war was split in more than two ways for her task, anyway. They weren't going to ask her to solve all of the resource competition issues, or seek out their internal security leaks. Tunnel vision might be useful for her specific role.
So Lansing sat back to play the observer. He provided pertinent details when called upon, a walking directory of facts to cross-reference what was outlined in the files she'd been handed, but Olinger was better-suited to the stage aspects. Nothing he said was a lie, but there were theatrics involved in the phrasing.
Lansing used to think there was a lot more padding in the Hellhound diatribe, until recently. Highly organized had seemed unlikely, given the nature of the group (and what surveillance of their camp's layout that they'd been able to obtain), but suspecting that there was at least one unauthorized phone within the Capitol walls to feed information to the Hellhounds meant acknowledging that they were more organized (and much more of a threat) than he'd previously thought or admitted.