That's maybe the truest phrase she's heard about Steve in a while. "He does," she agrees, and is fine with leaving it at that. After all, if Steve has hope, then he can pass it along to the rest of them. That's sort of how it works, really.

She smiles at that, though. "Are we? That sounds - nice, actually." It does. She can even imagine it. She probably shouldn't, not until this is over and dealt with, but hey. It's food for thought.

And so is the idea of being there. "I think I have to give here a chance, first," she finally decides, eyes on his. There's a plan, and there's a mission. But if it doesn't go well... maybe she always likes having a key to some back door in her pocket.

"But you never know. This is twice, we've talked now. Maybe the third time'll be the charm."