While the blonde might have been taking it as Bishop underestimating her, in truth he was just stating a fact. The school was far more removed from the politics in Austin than the Hellhounds were, or even the library.
The sheer fact that Sepphy didn't have a clear view of the Capitol was proof enough of that. The Chaplain had to assume that was partly because from what he knew the men in the Capitol were not inclined to go out of their way to deal with the teenagers. Hell, on a good day Bishop wasn't either. He was much happier allowing their Secretary to handle dealings with the school, it was after all part of the other man's job.
Despite that feeling, Bishop was still here and he was still listening. Willing to continue to give her the benefit of the doubt. So far Sepphy hadn't said anything to set him off and make him think this had been a poor decision.
"Now, that's the million dollar question, darlin'," he remarked with the half-smirk of his. "Common enemy is an option, but using that as the driving force worth lead to a lot of revenue fueled decisions, men not seeing clearly because they're blinded by bloodlust. No, it has to be something more than that." What it was though, he didn't know.