[ To be fair, Andy is absolutely a liar. And being the kind of secretive bitch that she is, she's well-aware of how little they know going into all of this. She's also aware that she gains almost nothing tangible by staying to help. It's wildly stupid risk-taking. The only reasons to do it are sentimental, noble-minded reasons that get idealists killed across the galaxy on a daily basis.

She'd like to tell herself she's not the type of idiot that sticks around for sentimental, noble-minded reasons. She'd really like to. But she can't. Not today. ]

What the hell does it matter. [ She leans back against the wall. Closes her eyes. ] Maybe I'm bored with nothing better to do. Maybe I'm just in the mood to be really stupid. Who cares. We already decided.

[ After a moment, her eyes open again — just a sliver of dark color, watching the clone as she goes on pointedly: ]

If you were smart, you'd stop trying to understand and focus on what you came here for. I'm nobody to you. He's nobody to you either. If we take consequences with us later, that's on us. You don't lose a damn thing.

[ As if she doesn't admire it a little, the fact that he even bothers. But she doesn't want to explain herself. She doesn't want to admit a damn thing. ]