She feels an entirely unwarranted spike of something asinine and childish - she's loathe to call it jealousy, but it doesn't keep her from a twitching glance between the two of them - when Rush implies Daine has some kind of intimate knowledge of his horrifying past. Like that's something to covet. Gross. Fortunately that bullshit is drowned moments later by gratitude and respect when Daine backs her position up cleanly, with a level of not-fucking-around as if the kid were after her own heart.

"Our purpose," she repeats with unveiled disgust, her attention fixed back on Rush. "Fuck that, you ass, I'm coming to get you. Precisely what she said. My purpose is you being out of captivity. You think I'm just gonna sit this out, wait for them to decide you're no longer an asset? You know me better than that."