[ Oh, Max. But he doesn't think that she's anything terrible. Just, maybe your garden variety of crime boss. When compared with the likes of the Joker, Lex Luther, and Darkseid, it's nothing at all. Terrible in an ordinary but scummy sort of way.

To say that to her would be an insult, and he's delivered enough of those tonight. The edge that made him want to figuratively kneecap her fades a little bit. Plas does believe she's genuinely trying.

Not that it helps much right now. Not that he wants to argue this with her any longer. He's just #done. ]

Fine. You don't have any answers for me. You don't know any better than I do what we should do now, even though we've lost half our crew by this point. You're just gonna keep on keeping on.