She considers this carefully, before her expression lightens. Not quite a smile, but more collected than before. Less cold, quiet rage.

"Well," she said, "you've convinced me it's something that needs more careful thought. Like I said, I really only meant to tell you about Jones." A grateful nod in that direction. "But I hope I've convinced you... not doing something about Flint still makes us petty kings. Tyrants, whatever you wanna call it. I'll think on something to do, and if you've ideas, I'm open."

She takes a step, two, toward the door.

"And- thank you."