Jack made a low noise at the back of his throat, in agreement with Owen in more than one way. "Or be people being influenced by absolute bullshit." His voice was quiet, low, but not quite murmured. He was still standing upright, hands in his pockets and staring down the crowd. "You're safe with us, either way."

And with Owen and Jack? Well, safe might be a stretch, but there was a lot of love and determination working for her, anyway, if not always a lot of intelligence and competence.