I'd never be dumb enough to assume that.

[She snorts, only the barest hint of a laugh that fades in the face of the current situation. As for the rest, she can hardly argue with him.

It's a job. It needs to get done.]

So you finish it— and you let me help.

[She'd come out here for the same reason, anyway.]

I don't care about the credit. It's all yours. But let me carry some of them. It'll... it'll make things easier on you.

[Or so she's hoping.]