"One can only hope," Turtle remarked, hand to her chest. There was actually more sincerity in that than she had expected, but, at the same time, she was hoping that she'd at least successful planted that seed of doubt in Sam's head. It was probably in hers, too, but it was there before. She had to know all her weaknesses; if you didn't, how could you defeat them? "But we have served our class pretty well, I'd say, right? We're in good standing."