"It can't be a surprise." She joins him, coming to stand before and to the side. She doesn't look much worse for the wear. A little tired, but she missed the thick of the fighting; she had done an admirable job of picking people off as they left.

"Or did you think I wouldn't come through for you?"

Her tone is light, not a serious accusation. Perhaps it reflects poorly on her, but she's pleased. Happy might not be the word for it, but there's a sense of satisfaction that comes with success. Especially considering it is a real victory; Jean-Claude might still disappoint her, but she trusts he's smarter than Harris even in the worst case scenario.

But she would like to believe he's a friend.