Jensen listens to her speak, and he continues to watch her body language. If this were a different situation, he would be a bit subtler and then again, he would do his best to remain unseen with very little bloodshed when needed.

"And what do you think about him?" He asks, as a metal hand goes to rest on the railing beside him and he taps his forefinger on the wrought iron. "The hillbilly sheriff that is, and how he will be able to handle a place like this." He uses his other hand to motion at the area at large. Jensen didn't dislike him, but some of the ideals seem to be from a long gone era.

Leashes, he knows all about those, and while his job with Sarif, Interpol, and Juggernaut Collective work well out of government hands he still has one. But it seems she might be like him. "I'm glad to see that there is someone else here who has this attitude."

And boy does Jensen know how to get dirty, and he has no problems with doing other people's dirty work for them.