"And who's fault is that?" She pitches right back at him, not in an argumentative tone, but one of knowing amusement. King was King, and through that often grating personality was a good man wanting to do the right thing while seemingly trying to do anything he can to slough the credit elsewhere.

It's difficult considering oneself a hero when so many of the good guys die. They have to work in sleeper cells, which explains enough of their situation as hunters.

There's a snort at that. "So mean it fights back," she teases a little more openly, but the majority of her attention still remains on the approaching island.