Lindianne turns her head to give Rabbit a look. She raises her eyebrows at him. "Are you saying I'm not pretty, Rabbit?" It's an entirely innocent question, but there's a definite hint of danger behind it.

Unlike earlier, she can't hold back the laughter. "Nah, I'm just messing with you," she says with a grin. "They recruit us for what we're good at. Information, technological know-how, marksmanship, things like that." It's a long list of criteria to go through.

"Nah. Famous people have too many eyes on 'em." She pulls two energy bars from the pocket of her sweater and tosses one to Voodoo. She's unwrapped the other in a moment. (What? She's hungry and it's still a ways until the last meal of the day.) "They want people like- well, like you and me," she mumbles through a mouthful of food.

"These airheads-" Here she gestures at the screen. "-They wouldn't last a minute in basic, let alone out here."