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I loathe to be the one to point this out, Niki, but you've only got two hands.

Michael's probably in the same boat.

Thought you might approve, what with the way you trained that pistol on Carla.

'Cuckoo for a certain cereal,' really?

That was necessary. I get it, long lost mother figures, epic feelings, but you gotta stop bringing stray crazies in this house. My shriveled up heart can't take it.

I don't think your heart is as shriveled up as you think it is. That was pretty powerful, what you said to Carla. About not letting our friends be Amanda's victims.

Yeah.

Well.

Truth's gonna truth. I got a pretty fair lesson in that one, anyways. Old dog who learns new tricks.

I wouldn't exactly call that lesson fair, Ne- [No, Nikita, this is a serious moment.] Birkhoff.

You knew what she was capable of without having to experience it, and it's my fault that you did. We're going to take her down.

I know we are.

And it wasn't your fault, so don't even start the imperfect hero crap. We've been over that, big boy pants and everything.

I'm not gonna feel better about it until she's finished, and it can't happen to anyone ever again. I don't believe her for a second when she says she wants to help Alex.

If you did, I'd be concerned for the sanity of our establishment.

Honestly, I'm really not cool with having this many loose cannons, here. Carla, Tasarov, Sean. We're gonna get potentially screwed at every angle.

Nikita Incorporated is a fine-tuned machine, Nerd. No need to worry about our sanity.

Of course, I'd prefer to have fewer variables but I suppose we'll have to play it by ear. And get some more guns.

My home's welfare is in your hands, and sometimes that concerns me.

And my wallet.