[ Styx doesn't notice the sudden silence from Mary's end, at least not yet. So he keeps talking. ]

Lemme tell you something. People like you- like us- we gotta learn to stick up for ourselves. Comes with the territory, if you get my drift. Fuck, I can't even keep track of how many times I've had to cut ties with some group of friends or other. Either a hideout ends up part of a greenskin purge, or some asshole backstabs the rest, or-

[ He snorts, rolling his eyes. ]

Look, what I'm getting at is, always prepare for the worst-case scenario: being left to survive on your own. What d'you think your chances are?