Everything would (eventually) be forgiven, if they survived this adventure---though, if asked, Sam would admit she was optimistic about that 'if.' She trusted Breakdown, and if worse came to worse, still had a nasty trick or two.

"About those two things---" She continued to pull Hiro along, limp prominent in her hurry. "You okay? You'd better be okay. And, for fff---no, now it would be warranted. For fuck's sake, don't antagonize giant robots, especially when they are man-eating war machines you've been warned about. Child."

They cut through a space on a shelf, and she added, almost exasperated, "That's my job."