He looks over at her, much more carefully. Beneath the makeup caked on her face is exhaustion and nightmares, fresh from the slaughter but permanently settling in like it does on the rest of them. Unlike the Capitol citizens with their absurd, dramatic ones, Victor tattoos are just scars.

"Two minutes is hardly enough time to make that call."

There's a finality in her statement he doesn't want to argue with either, but it's not entirely her call to begin with. Again, not that Cassian has any friends lately, but she can't decide what he does or doesn't want.

(Only the Capitol can do that.)