"Yeah, I guess he is," Molly says, just the slightest bit sheepish, her head falling to the side. For the most part, that hasn't really come into play at all. Things have been normal, and given what the alternative has usually been for her in this place, she relishes that lack of excitement. She gets the impression that the same is true for him. Still, there's a certain kind of comfort in knowing that next time things get fucking crazy around here, she'll have him on her side. It helps, too, that it means he understands some of that shit. "So that's good. Between all of us, we'll have everything covered."