She has her suspicions about whether Per Haskell would be interested in such a thing– well, that he held more than a passing interest, anyway. It hasn't been long, her time with the Dregs, but she'd felt the undercurrent of it quickly. Had sensed that Haskell was the leader but sat upon his laurels, content to take the path of laziness. The one that gave him easy wins, near bloodless.

The boy sitting before her is nothing like that. He has teeth and claws, ones he isn't afraid to use. She'll be just another one of those weapons, she thinks, but the thought doesn't unsettle her. In a way, it feels traitorous. Per Haskell runs the Dregs, not Kaz; he's the one with the final say.

And yet, every part of her whispers– Per Haskell runs the Dregs, for now.

"Anika's faster." Just a fact, no slight against Pim. She starts to turn, clearly dismissed, but crooks the ghost of a smile at him.

"Not as sharp as someone's tongue, sometimes."