Sam watched the argument. "Sorry, but the 'sidekick' agrees with Logic boy over there. Rushing in will get us all killed. First off we need recon, and if we pay off a couple norms they can blend in and watch for us without tipping any idiot Syndicate grunts off." Sam stood from her stool and strode over to the two people who had been arguing. The word sidekick was filled with so much venom and malice, Sam was faintly surprised that she could summon that much anger into a single word.
"I never agreed to rush in blindly, we all need time to set up an ambush since we have the element of surprise. The quicker we can take care of the guys in the museum the better. Or would you prefer that the sidekick butted out?" Sam spoke with a strange authority, mostly fueled by the sidekick comment from earlier. She wasn't interested in staying Scorn's shadow, and she'd had enough of being ignored.
She'd had enough of that just about her whole life. Abandoned once she was discovered to be a conduit, locked in a small cell, left alone to be tortured on and off, and finally put in a coma after wanting something more out of her life. Sam hated being ignored, but she didn't like long winded speeches either.
"I volunteer Logic Man for getting Sand Chick back home, since he's pointing out how drunk we all apparently are, it's only fair that he gets to make sure we all make it home." Sam shot him a dirty look, and then glared daggers at the guy who said that she was a sidekick. She thought he might have been called Eli, but that was guess. She sat back down next to Scorn, mildly irked. "Apologies for losing my a cool a bit there, but if anyone calls me sidekick again… I know the best vein to block off for paralysis."