[There's visible relief in her expression, at that, because it will hopefully be simpler if Jesse isn't completely a) in the dark and b) against the idea.]

I'm good with keeping it between us.

[She hasn't met Jesse and doesn't really need to.

Hopping down from the bench, she goes for a quick walk from one side of the room to the other. She wouldn't call it pacing, necessarily, she just needs to move for a bit.

This really isn't her area of expertise. She's great at punching things, at thinking on the fly to solve whatever problems the world throws at her, at sneaking into things and sticking her nose in places it doesn't belong. But all the complicated plans, that's more for people like Tim, like Babs or Bruce.

She hates admitting a weakness but with all this, she feels she should be honest with Saul.]

Look, I'm not-- [smart] I'm the brawn, not the brains, usually, and I want to help, I will help, but I'm gonna have to think about the best way not to fuck this up.

[Because fucking it up is something she's good at, unfortunately.]