There's something comforting about Vicious' demeanour, to Odessa. It doesn't say anything good about her, but go ahead and ask her if she cares. "Vicious." She likes the sound of his name, too. She's both satisfied and amused at his humour. "Nothing so dire, no. I just don't trust the network in its current state. I'm sure you've noticed."

She folds her hands in front of her and idly draws a semicircle on the floor in front of her with the toe of her shoe, as if she wasn't trying to be so serious. "The Militia's edgy, even by their standards. They're going to be even angrier now. Do you have a line on any of it?" It's presumptuous of her to ask, but she believes she's proved loyal so far. Admittance of having information doesn't necessarily mean he'll share it anyway. It's also presumptuous of her, perhaps, to assume that they are somehow partners in her endeavours, and that he'd warn her if her operation was in danger.