[ Tempting though it may be to keep him hanging on the line just a moment longer, the decision's written all over her face. ]

Mum's the word. [ Skye assents, dropping her gaze and nodding, lips pulling into what can't quite be called a smile. It dies off quickly enough, and she searches him with a measure of concern. ] I'm all about not letting the Man tell you what to do, and I get it. But you're playing with fire. [ And lest it sound like she's worried or something, she decides to finish that on the note of, ] Don't screw it up. Seems like things are finally getting better.