A mischievous little glint flashes across CT's eyes, corner of her lips pulling into a smirk. It's not an unfamiliar expression on her face, but it's one that is more Connie than CT in a lot of ways. Though there's the slightest edge of danger to it now, it's much more like the cheeky look she used to get when she was being a little shit than the sharper, bitterer thing that it morphed into as CT became more closed off.

"They thought it would buy them loyalty. What they didn't count on is the loyalty of a bunch of troublemakers being harder to keep than they thought," she says, light and full of trouble in itself. "My loyalty's hard won and kept, and they put everything I cared about at risk. That's where they really went wrong, boss."

For a while, she did let it blind her. She tried to turn away, to pretend she didn't see the glaring flaws in the Project. But as soon as she let herself see, that was it; her team (her friends) and humanity's survival came well above any fear of prison time that they'd hoped would keep her in line.