It's a mutual feeling; if she ever catches wind that this Roman guy is back around, she can't promise what she'll do about it. The world she comes from has pretty much ripped out the natural aversion most people have to killing their own, and then some.

That's for later. For now, she glances away because she's confident but she's not fucking amazing confident, but she smiles anyway.

"Well. Sounds like we have a plan then," she chuckles, and raises her water glass in salute.

"We should agree on the nitty gritty though."