[ Please, not everything in life is a series of favors waiting to be cashed in.

The surprise is mutual; Riza blinks once, owlish, before shaking her head. If she were a different person, she'd hold onto that favor, make Ermes wait until a later day. Instead: ]

No. The stickers are yours, aren't they? By rights, this gun should be yours. [ But, if it'll make her feel better— ] Consider it a thank you for everything you're doing now.

[ She's barely met a fraction of their Refugee group, but surely they all have family and friends waiting for them in the pods. ]