"They seem to be just as in the dark as we are," She shrugs, "They're keeping something from us though, I know it. They've kept things in the past."

Not to call them a bunch of liars but...

Well. She's calling them a bunch of liars.

Vandal sighs, laying back, rubbing a shaking, bandaged hand through her hair.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it. Honestly you can ask me whatever you want long as you don't leave me alone."

Well that came out before she could think better of it. So what? She's fucking scared. Who could blame her?