[ Andy's not so sentimental as Poe is — at least not outwardly — and she's definitely not as noble. She has her reservations, that much is obvious, but her foolishness lies not in her idealism — it's in her choice to disregard her cynicism, even in these moments when it would likely serve her survival. She knows she should abandon them. She knew that before they even got here — before the clone's mask came off and they realized just how deep in the shit they really were.

But she's still here. Even if she's still convinced she shouldn't be, she hasn't moved to go. The truth is, she likes their odds better with her at their back than without — and while she knows better than to care, she still does. ]

Call it my act of charity for the century. Might help me sleep at night. [ She shrugs. It's not completely a lie — but not so honest as admitting that it's half for Poe and half because she's softer than she'd like to be. Given the opportunity, she'd rather make the right choice than the selfish one, though she'd also prefer not to be called out on it. ] If you're lying, we'll find out soon enough. Assuming the procedure or the Imps don't kill you first, I can always kill you later.

[ It's a deadpan threat — empty at this point, maybe. Hard to tell, stoic as she seems. Steady with her eye contact, unflinching. ]