Her eyebrows raise and she raises her hands to say Okay, okay, ra-ra, I'm with you. But it's half-hearted. He looks up to her, God knows why, and that's just a bad idea. It might've felt good if she, you know, actually deserved it. But she doesn't. And does she want to?

You know what they say. A tiger can't change her stripes.

"You're big on the pep-talks, huh?" she asks with a knowing smirk. "But if you're asking me to live in the desert, I hate to disappoint you, but I'm used to a life of luxury. And really, I played a minor roll in the whole good fight thing." Seriously, her eyes say. She's so not who you think she is, Party. Even if she tries.