Ah. Right.

*Faye leaned back in her chair and pressed her hands over her eyes for a moment before looking at him again. She'd been thinking about that mix up with his old crew and there's. That seemed different compared to what was happening now*

But this? This is all just Grell's whim. There's no crew decision to do anything. She just thought she'd blow the shit out of stuff, and she expects everyone else to deal with that..