[ well that's.....interesting.

sam comes to a stop in the middle of the street, plenty of people walking by in each direction. he's always on the watch for possible eavesdroppers. he also turns to face winter, entirely, his expression a bit more curious than anything. ]

So they don't control the ships? [ a beat, before sam's arms cross over his chest. ] If they have to herd us using an apparently enemy, then they can't actually steer the machines. Can't make us go anywhere. Right?