( He's easy to work up. Dangerous to do so, as she glances at his arm, but easy. That doesn't necessarily mean he's easy to manipulate though, not the way Sinclair gets when he's angry. Kromer quietly files it away, eyes narrowing, as she again and again pulls her self-control to the front. She's technically a director in her Wing, her group's title differing from the usual aside. She knows when it's best to play her cards.

And right now, her cooling composure looking perfectly arctic against his ire and fire, is not exactly the time to. )

Very well. I thought I'd just make an offer so as not to impede the group's chances of figuring out what's wrong with this city... ( But if she can mention here and there that, oh, no, the man with the bug-arm isn't really interested in working with her, while she's busy slowly digging her fingers into every group meeting, every line of intel, every good grace she can earn without debasing herself——— well, what does she care. It's almost kind to kill insects by trapping them in a jar alone instead of a more violent means. ) You can go back to your checklist, though if you ask me, the property damage might just be your best bet.