"Trust you," he repeated derisively, and shook his head. "That's a tall order." As if being part of a self-elected security team made her or anyone else on it somehow automatically a figure of authority? "I already told you how this is gonna work. You get him handcuffed, you take his weapons away, an' I'll tell you whatever you need to know about him." Right after he shot Jack in the face, preferably.