Albert's tried not to think on Eponine much since she'd disappeared. It doesn't even really click for him that it's her Sigma means by omission when he pointedly says 'biological daughter.' It's awful of him, or so he'd think if he had the presence of mind to examine it, but it's a defense mechanism. He remembers her, of course, but he doesn't think of her often. He can't think of the dead and missing too often or the sheer volume of their number will threaten to drown him. The wording goes unaddressed.

"Of course. Perhaps someone with a similar misguided past could keep her from the wrong path." He shifts a bit, idly running his fingers over the seam that the mechanic who was in here earlier had been prodding at. "If she's as powerful as you say, it would certainly be a benefit."

Though it clearly makes him somewhat uncomfortable, the whole business of seeing the future, he has experience with that sort of discomfort. Ivan was that way for as long as Albert had known him and his foreknowledge had saved the cyborg team on more than one occasion. He knew there were others here too, Terezi chief among them in his mind, with similar skills. He didn't usually utilize them, but if Sigma's daughter has access to her powers and is willing to use them for the benefit of the Rebellion, Albert would be a fool not to use every avenue available to him. Especially now, when he's as hamstrung as ever.

But he remembers the cameras, remembers that a sudden change of heart to the Capitol regarding his relationship with Sigma would be ridiculously suspicious, and Albert's forced to put on an affected smirk that's only shades away from a sneer. "Haven't changed though, I see. Still ever trying to be ahead of the game to strongly that even your own daughter is a tool."