You're doing a lot of explaining for someone not looking for approval.

[ This is not the first and undoubtedly not the last time someone criticizes her for having two pistols, which means Root flashes her brightest smile at Tony as she strides past, somewhat eerily convincingly cheerful. If only all of her murders had justifications like psychopaths or world domination. Hilarious. What a privilege it is to imagine you can explain all of your own moral depravity to yourself.

Root vanishes around another corner as if cutting the conversation short, but moments later she pops back out the way she came, huffing in frustration. ] Damn. It's not a simply-connected maze. Time for Plan B.

Do you have anything we could use to mark the floor? [ Root goes from ready to leave him behind to recruiting him in a hot second. ]