Saturday nods, solemn. "I'll pass it on. And keep your name out of it." On principle; a good runner doesn't compromise their contacts. "You gotta look out for each other, when you're the little people."

She means the New and New Hires, but Lubitsch can come along if he likes. She sits back on her heels a bit, then decides to ask a somewhat more dangerous question.

"So. Gettin' the impression you don't like our world-devouring worm overlords. Which makes me wanna ask, for the sake of an honest assement..." How to put this? Hmm. "D'you reckon Jorg actually knows what they've got with this batch? Who we are, and what it makes us capable of? Or are we not the first class of new hires to feel that way?"

What, in other words, are their odds?