She never pulls punches, and she doesn't now, either, and though the way his mouth presses wry might look like a smile, it isn't.

It's a reasonable enough thing for her to think. Parker. Who even now doesn't know all that there is to know about this place. The Troubled.

Or him.

But because it's a reasonable thing for her to think, he nods, brief, meets her eyes. Unwilling to give away more than the bare minimum.

"Might be."

Or she might find he's a liability. He doesn't know yet how it all might play out.

But it's true. It might be useful. She isn't wrong.