She shakes her head, just slightly, brow furrowing in a momentary half-frown--no, she doesn't think she just got caught. It's not pure cockiness in regards to her skills (she's good at this, certainly, but even the best get caught sometimes; luck is not about talent), but burning rowan is just too fortuitous a guess for her to believe they simply happened upon it. "Someone planted the idea, I think; whether it was someone who came to Lost Society or not, I don't know. It was an inevitability, really."

Sounding so unbothered, but it's true: these things always end with someone selling someone out. She expects it from people, and it doesn't make her angry. It's just how they are.

"I certainly won't miss the company." Sandor earned her disdain in a way few people ever do.