[ South snorts. ]

Yeah, clearly no one could see that one coming, huh?

[ Eye roll. Then, a more serious look; she sort of quirks a brow at Kerrigan, a silent, acknowledging ‘you too, huh?’ but by now South knows well enough not to say or ask potentially sensitive stuff on the network when she doesn’t know what’s already out there. The Freelancers have had their dirty laundry aired for them, South isn’t about to pry into another’s. So she just carries on, leaves it open but unsaid. ]

All that stuff he said? Lot of it was bull, but like... there really was a leaderboard, like, ████, hardly the worst thing that happened but talk about a red flag when we were supposedly a ‘team’.

[ Nevermind that she got caught up in it, same as so many of the others. She sees it for what it is now, anyway. ]