"That... sounds about right, actually," Molly says with a smile, nodding slowly. Her expression is perhaps a bit warmer, a bit more amused, than deciding to call it a draw should probably call for, but there's no sense in doing otherwise. The way she sees it, as long as she's still here, alive when she shouldn't be, she's lucky. She doesn't get to complain about that. Darrow pulls some fucked up shit sometimes, but that's the price of getting to live here.

"Or maybe it's the other way around. But either way, I guess I'll take it."