[ Root keeps Hiram in the corner of her eye with the casual precision of someone tracking a threat, and starts poking around the elaborate kitchen as she goes to answer, ostensibly looking for something to eat or drink. She's not; she's looking for a suitably intimidating implement that she could use to torture Hiram if necessary.

She has more services on offer than just shooting. ]

That's so trusting of you, [ she asks with a slight pout, charmed by him giving her license to figure it out on her own. ] I'm running from Samaritan. It's always Samaritan.

The Machine can't speak to me right now so I'm on my own.