And relying on someone who's just as prone to going ballistic isn't a much better alternative.

[She folds her arms over her chest, her expression screwing into an uncomfortable one.]

Sorry, but I'm not going to trust the judgment of someone who got pissed that I didn't incapacitate you over "letting" you go on with a bum leg for a while.

[A fact that she wasn't all too happy with herself, but that was Nick's choice. Nick, who specifically told her not to go to the gods for his sake. Even if she didn't agree with it, it was what he wanted. That meant more to her than anything else.]