"Mission, hm?" A mission seems a bit serious for a place like this, but then again, it wasn't all that long ago that Re-L was the exact same way. Without a mission, or progress on a mission, she'd nearly driven herself to the brink in the Rabbit... for just about nothing. Life was funny, that way. She'd learned a bit of patience through irritating herself thoroughly, Vincent and an autoreiv. Daedalus would've laughed at her for it, too.

"That sounds like bent odds, if I'm being honest." Re-L, as always, just sort of likes to question things. Even better if it might sort of challenge Illya in the slightest, since he seems so convicted in the idea that he would deter people. Not that she doubted him, just, you know. No proof until proven.

"Either way, I don't mind. We'll see if you're a deterrent after all, hm?"