[Heh. Damn straight. Bout time you saw some sense. But she's gracious enough--in her mind it's gracious--not to rub it in.]

We don't need anything. We were fine before the strangers showed up. [Even she knows that's a lie, but right now, it seems preferable than this.]

And what makes you so damn sure they're going to cooperate with us, huh? What makes you think they're not going to sell us out first chance they get? [Are you blinded by their pretty, shiny tech? She isn't.]