[ It was important for him to realize that despite it all, her conflicting morals or true lack of empathy when it came to things needing to be done – she was still human. If the occasion called for her to be ruthless to those deserving, she'd never flinch. Yet... there were beacons of humanity in here – where Jason's mission resonates with her and she's gone against him to ensure he thinks big picture: of who his actions could hurt.

C.C. soaks in the tub, floundering around pretty much with the warmth keeping her hostage. She rises to the surface again when he speaks. ]

Rarely do things last in this world, remember that. Those more powerful have fought hard to ensure nothing goes against them. It takes a wildcard to ensure the game they play can be won.

[ By the time he's pulling off his hoddie, C.C. props her hands onto the rim of the tub and preps her chin there – looking at him without shame. This wasn't the first time he's walked around like that – neither hers either. With the weight of green strands pressing to her faces, C.C. doesn't take much offense. ]

A little obvious, wouldn't you think? Invest in better armor and smarter plans and I wouldn't have to be your riot gear.

[ A sharp tongue follows, but she'll go ahead and watch him as he fumbles over his words as if there was tension between them. With C.C.'s aloof nature, with her disregard for anything short of living as she was... Jason has to deal with someone so handwavy over simple things. He makes it awkward, but not to her. ]

I'll be done in a moment. [ And, yes, she'll grab one more slice or finish her second without much conversing – girl was focused. Even if she had some thot in front of her trying to pose for her in thirstrap fashion. ] Unless you came into here for a specific purpose other than a post-mission briefing and dinner.

[ Pointed: ]

The water's getting cold either way.