Her grip on the table loosens, but she stays hunched forward, a frown on her face.

"Must be pretty good pay to follow him and not worry about getting converted. But this Iron Bull will try it eventually, unless he might come around and become Tal-Vashoth, as you say." Usually there's a tipping point. An event occurs and a person can't deal with it. They can't submit to the re-educators anymore. And Lena can't see how being here in the South is going to give this guy a tipping point.

"Anyway, you know to look out for yourself." She raises her drink. "I won't worry too much." Yeah, right. She will, but she's not going to say that.