"I believe it will." She nods a little. "Time will tell." If she's good at nothing else, Inej- and more so still The Wraith– is very good at patience.

This... feels like the right note to end their conversation on. She gets back to her feet, a hand sweeping across herself in what's obviously a religious sign. "Saints be with you, Sam Wilson."

Without giving him a chance to ask anything further, she gives him a slight nod. And she could go out the door. It would be the normal thing to do. But normal left Inej years ago. She slips out the way she came in– through the window, and up to the roof, where she feels the most natural anyway.