The more she heard, the less she liked him. So, he'd come here as part of a team, or at least making them think he was on their side, their mission, only to abandon them on the first opportunity, going behind their backs, after his own goals? What an ass! She had seen a series once, 'Lost', there was a guy in it called Michael, who'd always mess up and screw his own people because he thought only of himself and, or at least he claimed he did, of his son, Walt. But he'd been a shitty dad in Franka's opinion, and an even lousier friend. A bloody traitor. That was more or less the impression she began to have of this Derrick. "So, you just used them and weren't even fair enough to tell them?"<br/><br/>She knew the answer, from what she had observed. And that last guy had said Derrick had almost gotten him killed for pushing past him and jumping when it wasn't his turn. Derrick hadn't even said he was sorry. He seemed to feel always in the right and entitled to whatever he did, no matter how wrong it was. "Right, it's you who needs her. How's this going to work? Where'll you be picked up, and when? How will you get her there? She's a kid, man, you can't just drag her out of where she's safe and take her along through God knows what. And what do you think the team will do if you just abandon them, their mission? Why shouldn't they just leave you behind, ever thought of that?"<br/><br/>She fell silent for a moment, focussing on the sounds around them, then stated coldly. "For you it's all about yourself, isn't it? The people she's with have taken care for her six bloody years, that's longer than you even knew her. People died and starved to keep her alive, don't you dare tell me they've got no right to make sure the girl's really better off with you. I'll not bring her to you unless you've convinced me she'll be safe and well with you."