You've taken at least five shots at me since I got out here. Probably more, if I were to think it over, and I doubt you even realized half of them. You wandered outside alone in a tiff without any thought to where you were going or how long it might take you to raise backup if something went wrong, and DIDN'T check to make sure the area was secure. I was standing behind you for five minutes and fourty-two seconds before you noticed me. You know my record and don't know a thing of my reasoning on him, yet anything I say about him is met with 'you don't know what he's capable of', as an assumption, before I've even said a word about why I'm not panicking. You gave me a half-second of a landed fish look when I mentioned that I'd called him out on being an assassin, and turned my back and walked away unharmed - did you actually stop to think about how I did that, or why, or did you just handwave it away that I hadn't directly been a problem to him yet? You've already run yourself in circles - You trust me to act, but only if I follow your directions, you say I'm capable of thinking for myself, but that doing anything actively is probably 'trying to get killed'; you know my record and a bit more about what I know about being helpless and up against someone much more dangerous than me, who has far less connections than Gin, but automatically assume that I wouldn't have a clue what I'm doing.

He does have you that scared, and he's probably working to reinforce it, because one day, that's going to make you easier prey for him.