[There's a brief moment of silence in which she softens, as if in deliberation, and then she sighs and rubs her temple]

I meant what I said, Mr. Wolfwood. I don't trust this so-called game and our so-called host. I would like to work with you. [Not that she particularly trusts him, but if things go south as she suspects they well, she would feel better with him around. Especially with the amount of children and naive teenagers present]

For that reason, I'm telling you this much: you're currently under suspicion.