I consider my work in Panem very important. Phi snorted out a breath of air through her petite nose, her eyes deadpan and her mouth pressed to a thin line.

"I'm sure you do."

In truth, she wanted to trust Sigma. Trusting Sigma was the natural course that her instincts felt compelled to guide her in, past betrayals be damned. He had learned his lesson from that one mistake. As dumb as he was about other things, he wasn't stupid enough to make it again.

But she was equally tied to a script, if she wanted to help him keep his act. Wouldn't they be equally as suspicious if she suddenly acquiesced to his explanation? Oh, riiight, of course. Wink wink, nudge nudge. Sigma probably had some stupid harebrained plan up his sleeve--god, the puns were catching--but if he wasn't in a space to tell her about it, she would have to play along. If it was being likened to the Nonary Game, then their survival might depend on it.

"That depends." The waitress takes that moment to return with the appetizers that Phi had ordered, and so she pauses to let the woman set down five dishes that were significantly fancier than they needed to be. She felt that her point in running up Sigma's tab was made. Idly, she begins to help herself to the shrimp, taking one of the pieces and dipping it in the sauce.

"I have faith in Sigma Klim. But the man sitting in front of me looks and acts more like Zero Sr. than Klim. Kinda hard to put much faith in that."