"Sure. Why wouldn't they...?" Her amusement fades as things click into place, one calculation after another. He's said enough, after all, for her to make some plausible if harsh assumptions about his world. Her faith in humanity runs deep, but it isn't blind.

The Sparrow slows as she glowers ahead for a minute, then picks up speed again. She's turning them toward a quieter section of the plaza, away from too many nosy loungers. "They'd better. But I've got a better idea - we're going to find someone you can definitely count on. Should have thought of it before."

At least his other remarks get a low chuckle out of her. "That part, I understand. Easier to take the Vex down when they jump into our time than go chasing them forward and back."

Once they reach a few empty couches (not that hard given the chilly weather) she'll bring them to a halt and offer Johnny a hand off the bike, looking around for the angel she has in mind. She doesn't understand how exactly their friend does these things, but she always seems to appear when needed...

"Hey! Angel!" That'll do it for sure.