Gorecrow indeed. It had been easier than she'd thought, getting him to divulge so much of how he worked, and after only minutes of knowing each other. True, a team needed trust and reliance on one another, but he had almost been too willing to indulge her. Like he wanted to prove something to them. Perhaps he wasn't as self-assured as he let on. Very often she had found that it was the things people didn't say, the words that slipped between the cracks, that told you the most about them.

She took the bottle and placed it on the table in front of her as he re-sheathed his weapons, then turned to the soldier to answer his question. "Hawk has told me no more than he has you. I may be His apprentice, but he knows the value of limiting information." It wasn't a lie, at least not a direct one. The words were entirely true, but designed to mislead. Hawk may not have told her anything of it, but she had seen enough documents and overheard enough whispered words to cobble together a rough guess as to their mission and its objective. Had she been in charge, she would not be sending a brand new team out on an actual mission like this, but then if she was in charge, there would have been no team to begin with.