Michael didn't know he had fallen asleep until he woke up. He had settled down in the sleeping bag he had grabbed and steadfastly watched the door, guarding Nikita and Alexandra from any possible intruders. That had been his way of resting until the morning. He was too wired, and his mind was too full of thoughts to actually sleep. But he could relax in the stillness of the motel room and prepare himself for the next day of planning, thinking, and trying not to become overwhelmed.
His eyelids had been heavy, and he'd close his eyes from time to time to give them a rest. Yet he hadn't believed he'd fall asleep. Until the sound of a baby crying jolted him awake. It took Michael a moment to get his bearings. In unexpected sleep, he had forgotten where he was and what he was doing. He had to take a second to remember that he was lying on the floor of a motel room and that the baby that was crying out in her sleep was Alexandra.
Once he remembered Alexandra, Michael scrambled out of the sleeping bag and hastily moved to the bed to comfort her. He didn't need to worry, however. By the time he managed to get to his feet, Nikita was reaching over to soothe the baby.
Although she was still half-asleep, Nikita was quick and gentle as she pulled Alexandra into her arms. She settled the baby against her chest and rubbed soothing circles into her back. She also laid little kisses to the baby's crown. Alexandra continued to cry out in her sleep as if she was having a nightmare. Nikita held her tightly, wrapped a blanket around them both, and whispered in gentle Russian, "Shh. Baby. It's okay. You're alright. I got you. I got you, baby."
Nikita only had to repeat her words once before Alexandra calmed and resumed sleeping peacefully. She continued to rub the baby's back and kiss her crown until she fell back asleep too. Michael had silently watched the scene unfold, waiting to see if he had to help. Yet Nikita had the situation handled. She knew just what to do to calm the nightmare and get the baby to sleep. Michael didn't think he could've been more efficient- especially with how strung out he continued to feel after trying to get a sobbing Alexandra to sleep. Nikita continued to prove herself amazing. It was something Michael had always known, but it was more obvious than.
After that adventure, Michael was positive he couldn't lie back down. So instead, he sat in the chair facing the door and the bed and kept a steady watch over all. He only allowed his mind to wander over what the next couple of days would look like for the three of them and what he could possibly do to prepare. Limiting himself to just those thoughts would prevent him from tumbling down dark lanes that had already frayed his emotions. He couldn't go through those emotions again. He might not be able to survive it.
Michael needed to stay calm and steady if he and Nikita were going to complete the mission of saving Alexandra Udinov. After all, an emotionally compromised agent was more dangerous than a jammed gun; he needed to check his feelings or check out.
A few hours of pondering their next moves- and, admittedly, dozing off from time to time- had passed when movement from the bed called for Michael's attention again. He glanced up, and by the sunlight peeking through the blinds (that had to be kept closed for safety's sake) he saw Alexandra start to sit up. She had remained asleep on Nikita's chest, so when she woke, she sat atop her abdomen. The baby looked around with sleepy eyes for a moment, trying to register where she was. Once she recognized the motel room, she grew upset. It wasn't where she wanted to wake up. Tears sprang to her eyes, ready to burst, until she saw Nikita.
Alexandra immediately laid back down on Nikita's chest and tried to snuggle into her for comfort. Nikita remained asleep, though she did instinctively wrap her arm around the baby. The move only worked for a moment. Alexandra wasn't satisfied with just a hug; she needed her caregiver's full attention before she cried again. So, sitting upright again, the little girl reached to tap Nikita on the cheek.
Quickly, Michael hopped to his feet and surged forward to stop the baby. Since he didn't need much sleep, he had decided that Nikita should be allowed to sleep for as long as possible. She deserved every ounce of rest she could obtain. That meant that neither his nor the baby's actions could disturb her. So, before Alexandra could accomplish her task of patting Nikita awake, Michael hurriedly grabbed her and pulled her away, "Hey, Alexandra. Let's not wake Nikita up, huh?"
The baby absolutely did not like that idea. She tried to push herself out of Michael's arms and back to Nikita's. She wiggled and whined, and the tears didn't leave her eyes. Unlike the night before where comfort had been the goal, Michael decided to distract Alexandra from her thoughts. He was certain that with food and toys the baby would be more joyful. Her mind would at least be forced onto other topics, and that should be enough to improve her mood and stop her from crying, "Come on. Let's start our morning off right with a clean diaper, some fresh clothes, and a yummy breakfast. Huh? Does that sound good? Yeah?"
Michael took Alexandra to the bathroom to change her and clean her up a bit. There were some bath toys available to dance in front of her and steal all of her attention with. Soon, her tears were replaced with laughter, and her troubles were completely forgotten- at least for the time being. Michael knew that she was still upset about her parents and whatever had caused her to cry out in her sleep. The next time she had to go to bed, those thoughts would rear their ugly heads. Yet that would be an issue for later.
When the baby was dressed and giggling, Michael brought her back out into the main room. He sat her on the bed so he could set up the highchair he had gotten from the store and begin breakfast. In hindsight, he should've put her on the floor. Alexandra didn't sit still in her spot on the mattress. As soon as Michael turned his back, she began crawling towards Nikita. She was quick, even while on a bed. By the time Michael noticed, he was unable to stop her, "No, Alexandra…"
Calling her name did nothing. Alexandra had a goal in mind, and she was too stubborn and fast to stop. She made it to Nikita and excitedly thumped her leg. Bleary brown eyes peeled open to see an overeager baby staring at her. To Nikita's credit, she only needed a brief moment to collect herself before she addressed the little girl. After taking a deep breath, she beamed and scooped Alexandra up in her arms, "Hey, baby! How are you?"
While Nikita pushed herself upright, and Alexandra babbled excitedly, Michael glanced at the two sheepishly. There went his plans to let Nikita sleep. Though, honestly, he should've known better than to make plans when a baby was involved. Nothing ever went right, especially when they had a strong mind of their own. You simply had to change tactics, adapt, and accept that what you think would hardly come to be, "Sorry, I tried to let you sleep in."
"I was already awake. But thanks for taking care of her," Shrugging, Nikita admitted. The instant Alexandra had sat up on her stomach, she had woken up. However, she had figured with Michael looking out for them, she hadn't had to open her eyes just yet- she could still try to rest. She had at least been given a few minutes to herself to just breathe. Although that hadn't been enough time to sleep, she could still greet the day with a much better attitude than if she hadn't rested at all. And that good attitude wasn't just needed to deal with a baby; she also needed it to get through planning for what came next.
"I can get breakfast started for us, if you want," Michael offered. Noticing that there wasn't much to cook with besides a microwave, he had focused on grabbing things that could be served chilled, as is, or nuked. That had worked well for the baby, but it had been harder choices for the adults. He was certain that he had grabbed enough, but there might have to be fast food runs in the future. Fortunately, there were two people watching Alexandra then. Leaving to grab more supplies was more than possible.
"Why don't you go to the bathroom and take care of yourself first, give us a second to wake up," Yawning, Nikita urged Michael to take care of himself that time. He had done more than enough; she could take it from there. He was reluctant to go, yet soon his rationality won. He was lucky to have thought of grabbing toiletries and clothes for himself too; he had things to freshen up with and change into. Yet before he could do any of that, Nikita called out to him, "Wait. Hand me Alexandra's hair stuff, then take care of yourself."
Although he rolled his eyes, Michael did as Nikita asked. There wasn't much to Alexandra's hair supplies- just a comb, some hair ties, and a bow. But if Nikita had made a point of asking for it, then it must've been important to the baby. She probably liked to have her hair done so it'd stay out of her way while she played. Or maybe it was something her mother had done, and it was a sense of normalcy for her. Either way, doing Alexandra's hair was a good thing for Nikita to do as it made the little girl happy.
By the time Michael emerged from the bathroom several minutes later, Nikita had finished Alexandra's hair. She had put the majority of it up in two little buns and laid the rest gently at the nape of her neck. The baby now had the comb and was trying to do Nikita's hair. All she could do was wave it wildly at her caregiver's ends, but that was enough for her to receive encouragement and laughter.
Michael watched the two for a moment, not wanting to interrupt their fun. Unfortunately, a chuckle slipped past his lips at something adorable Alexandra had done, alerting Nikita to his presence. She instantly glanced at him and smiled, "See. The wonders of taking a shower."
Again, Michael rolled his eyes, though he couldn't help but smile back at Nikita. A part of him wanted to join her and the baby on the bed and spend the morning playing and laughing together. But that desire was defeated by the important list of things they had to do that day. Maybe they could spend a worry-free morning playing on another day. Then, they had to plan for the future. And also eat, "I got her a highchair. I can take Alexandra and start some breakfast while you take your turn in the bathroom."
"Yay! No more food on me, just you," Nikita exclaimed, more excited for herself than for the baby. She had either been holding Alexandra in her arms or sitting her on her lap while eating. Although that had worked, it was incredibly messy. A highchair was the perfect fix for containing all those spills and crumbs. It also allowed Nikita space to eat on her own and to keep her food away from greedy grabbing hands.
Once the highchair was set up, Michael took Alexandra from Nikita. The baby was far more willing to let him take her that time. She smiled and babbled excitedly. He matched her grin and swung her up in the air, "Hi, pretty girl."
While it was Michael's turn to laugh with Alexandra, Nikita pushed herself off the bed and stumbled towards the bathroom. She didn't plan to stay away for long- just long enough to freshen up, change clothes, and change the bandage on her leg. She didn't want to leave Michael to take care of the baby on his own. She had to help. Yet, when she finally rejoined him, he already had breakfast done. Alexandra was happily eating fruit and cereal in her highchair, and fruit, protein shakes, and instant coffee was lying out for the adults.
Nikita gaped at the spread and at Michael in surprise. She was constantly amazed by everything he kept doing for her and the baby. He didn't have to go so above and beyond. He could've simply helped hide them, and that could've been all. He didn't have to be so heroic, though the fact that he tried was so appreciated, "I really can't say 'thank you' enough."
"You really don't have to," Pulling the desk chair around for Nikita to sit in, Michael swore. What he was doing for Nikita and Alexandra was the least he could do. The two deserved food, comfort, safety, and rest the same as everybody else. He would never leave them high and dry. He had to do all he could to help them and make them happy.
Gratefully, Nikita sat at the table and hungrily dove into her breakfast. With Alexandra in a highchair, not much attention had to be paid to her. Nikita just had to make sure she didn't try to shove too much food in her mouth and that she occasionally drank some milk to wash it all down. Michael helped, of course, but while he ate, most of his attention was on the untraceable laptop he had acquired. He finally had time to mess around with it, and he started preparing it to fake paperwork to hide Alexandra.
Nikita spied on what Michael was doing and studied the laptop. After only a few glances, most of her curiosity was answered. However, Nikita remained confused about the computer. Obviously, it wasn't a Division computer. But it also didn't seem like something that could be picked up from the store; some of the things Michael had poked around in had been specifically modified for what they were doing, and Nikita knew Michael didn't have that kind of hacking skill. He had gotten the laptop from somebody. Nikita just couldn't guess who, "So, how'd you get that computer?"
"Called in a favor," Michael shrugged. How he had gotten the computer wasn't important for Nikita to know, especially since that knowledge could come back to haunt her- it would him. Nikita seemed to sense his reason for evading specifics, and panic shone in her brown eyes. Quickly, Michael washed away her worry. It wasn't the worst like he knew she feared. She and Alexandra weren't in any more trouble- only he was, "Not from Division, I promise."
Pushing away her breakfast, Nikita studied Michael warily. She didn't like that he was hiding something from her. It wasn't related to Division or to Alexandra's safety, so she didn't have to worry about it. But since it involved Michael, she was going to remain very concerned, and not just about the laptop. Nikita had managed to buy herself some time by cutting out her tracker. She was missing and presumed dead after her mission. The only person who'd give a damn to find her was Michael, and he did. And he continued to stick around.
Instead of immediately returning to Division once he had had answers, he loitered in Russia with his tracker still intact. Once Division noticed, they were going to ask questions- too many questions. They might even connect him and his actions to Nikita and Alexandra. Unless Michael could distract them with an elaborate lie. As the head of agents, he'd be more trusted- more believed- whatever he said could continue to hide Nikita and Alexandra.
It'd also keep him safe from any punishments he might face for rebelling against Division. Michael needed to be as safe as the others. He couldn't sacrifice himself for them. Nikita would make certain he didn't, "Speaking of Division, how are you gonna explain your absence? I can help you come up with something. Not to brag or anything, but I'm pretty good at getting things past Percy and Amanda."
"I'm working on it. I've got some ideas, though, so don't worry about it," Chuckling softly, Michael assured. He had no doubt that Nikita could help him create an excuse that wouldn't make Division suspicious of what he had been up to; she was very good at utilizing half-truths to get away with what she wanted. However, Michael had things covered. The favor he had pulled to get the laptop would give him a solid excuse for his absence. It was nothing to involve Nikita in. He could handle it once she and Alexandra were taken care of.
Noticing that Nikita was going to fight his decision to keep her out of the loop, Michael pushed to change the subject. He saw that Alexandra had milk dripping down her chin and drew Nikita's attention to it as well. Since she was closer to the baby, she cleaned it up. She also dumped her unwanted fruit on the tray so the baby would have more to eat. When Alexandra beamed and babbled excitedly, Nikita smiled as well and spoke to her softly.
Watching the two interact, Michael knew without doubt what the most important thing he could be doing was. All his troubles were only secondary. He simply had to help and make sure that Nikita and Alexandra continued to smile, "Forget about me and Division. We should both just focus on Alexandra right now."
The temptation to argue was still evident on Nikita's expression, yet she didn't push the issue further. Once everything with Alexandra was settled first, she would. But for the time being, she'd admit that Michael was right and drop the subject.
Besides occasional moments where they entertained Alexandra, Michael and Nikita finished their breakfast in silence. They waited for the baby to finish eating before they began to clean up. Michael handled all the trash they had generated that morning and moved it to the dumpster, while Nikita took Alexandra from her highchair and cleaned off the food she had managed to get on herself.
When Michael returned to the motel room, Nikita had Alexandra sitting on top of the table. She held her loosely, mostly to keep her steady, and made countless funny faces at her. Alexandra giggled uncontrollably at each one and tried to copy the expressions. It didn't matter how close she got to mirroring Nikita, every single one drew a bright laugh that encouraged the baby to keep going.
Alexandra's mood had greatly improved since earlier that morning. Some food, play, and love had her acting as though she had never woken up crying. Michael could've forgotten about it then and joined in on the funny face game. He really wanted to do just that. But his curiosity about what had caused Alexandra to cry won over. He needed to know what had made the baby so upset. Maybe next time he could help soothe her. Nikita wouldn't have to keep carrying the emotional weight, and the baby would have two people to comfort and care for her, "Does Alexandra have nightmares? Is that what woke her last night?"
"Yeah. I'm pretty sure she saw what happened," Gently brushing a stray strand of hair out of Alexandra's face, Nikita sighed. The baby had been awake and screaming when Nikita had crashed into her bedroom. No doubt the fire, gunshots, and general chaos had woken her up. She probably hadn't known what had been occurring, yet she had been aware enough to know it was terrifying. Nikita wished she knew what to say to the little girl to make it better. Yet she'd never understand. Alexandra would simply remain confused, hurt, and afraid. Until she forgot about everything, "Fortunately, she'll forget all about it."
Michael sat back down at the table. Luckily, his movements distracted Alexandra from the sudden end of the funny face game. She didn't attempt to get Nikita to continue; she simply entertained herself by patting her feet and hands on the table. The adults let the baby do her own thing for a moment. Nikita was too lost in thought about all the horrific and fortunate implications of Alexandra forgetting everything. Although she didn't want her to forget her parents, it was for the best. The baby would save herself from a lot of pain, heartache, and terror once she grew up and forgot everything about being a Udinov.
"How'd you get her out here? I mean, how did you get a screaming baby past Division?" Michael blurted. He had already gone through the turmoil of knowing that Alexandra would live her entire life without knowing the truth about her parents or what had happened to them. He really didn't want to delve back into those thoughts. So, he decided to distract himself (and by extension Nikita) with another topic. He still didn't have the whole story of how Nikita and Alexandra had escaped to the motel room. He'd like to have the gaps in his information filled, at least for his own peace of mind.
Nikita pulled Alexandra into her lap, more for her own sake than for the baby's. She held her tightly, reassuring herself that she was safe and sound. Her plans had all made sense and had all seemed perfect when Alexandra was thirteen years old. Yet upon learning that she was really thirteen months old, her schemes became so cruel and harsh. Nikita couldn't believe she had done all that to a baby, even if it had saved her life. She should've done something better. She should've been better, "I had a sedative. I gave her the smallest amount I could. But it knocked her out until the morning. I think she's okay now. At least, I really, really hope she's okay."
The sedative explained a lot for Michael. Not only did it clarify how Nikita had slipped Alexandra past Division, but it also clarified how she had done so much with a baby that night. Using a sedative with such a little girl absolutely was not the best idea; however, Michael couldn't blame Nikita for resorting to it. She did the best that she could given the circumstance, and he had to commend her for it. He didn't believe he would've been able to make the same choices. He couldn't make the hard decisions like she could. She was amazing. She wouldn't let anything stop her from saving a life, "You did what you had to do to save her."
That sentiment didn't appear to be enough for Nikita. Her long dark hair fell in her face as she studied Alexandra intently, needing to know that she didn't permanently damage her. To Michael, the baby appeared perfectly fine. She was clean, fed, well taken care of, and happy. Nikita hadn't hurt Alexandra in the slightest. Tenderly moving her soft hair out of her face, Michael gently reminded Nikita of all the amazing things she had done, "And you're right: Alexandra seems perfect."
Nikita scoffed and rolled her eyes. Yet, Michael's sincerity worked. She shook herself out of her funk and swung Alexandra up above her head. She slowly lowered the baby until their noses brushed. Then, she wiggled both of their noses. Alexandra giggled, patted her hands against Nikita's cheeks, and babbled something that sounded like 'более'.
While Nikita continued to 'fly' Alexandra above her head, Michael moved to set up a makeshift playpen. He arranged some pillows and blankets in a circle on the floor and tossed all the baby's toys in the center. That should keep her occupied and out of trouble as her caregivers planned on what they were going to do with her next.
Once Michael was satisfied with his creation, he took Alexandra from Nikita. He 'flew' the baby above his head as well, and as soon as she was giggling uncontrollably, he 'flew' her towards the ground. She was placed in the middle of her toys, giving her the perfect distraction from being out of their arms. Alexandra grabbed her stuffed animals excitedly and began to play on her own. Nikita and Michael sighed in relief. Though, that relief was short-lived, especially for Nikita. She was not looking forward to what came next. She knew it was necessary, but that didn't mean she had to like it, "Alright. I guess we should start finding an orphanage."
"I'll start a search for one far from here, but still in a metropolitan area. Dropping her off in a big city might draw less attention," Michael plugged the search criteria into the computer and began to narrow down their choices. As he typed, Nikita glanced at him and smirked. He sighed. He could admit that he wasn't the best at computers, and if they needed to hack anything, he'd let Nikita take control, but he could manage a simple search. He wasn't completely useless.
"We should also change her first name as well as her last name. A one-year-old named Alexandra dropped off at an orphanage, no matter how far away, after one-year-old Alexandra Udinov was killed might seem suspicious," After nudging Michael playfully, Nikita suggested. She had been thinking about needing to change Alexandra's full name for a while. Considering her age and the timing of dropping her off at the orphanage, a possible connection could be linked to the Udinovs. Nikita refused to take even the slightest risk of that occurring. So the best thing to do was completely change the baby's identity.
"You're right. But she already responds to Alexandra. So what are you thinking?" Although Michael agreed with Nikita, he believed that her plan might not be successful as she wanted it to be. Alexandra already knew and responded to her name. Michael and Nikita couldn't convince her to stop. She wouldn't understand, just like how she wouldn't understand any other language besides Russian. The baby was already being brought from one unknown, terrifying place to the next without her parents to comfort her. Michael and Nikita couldn't put her at more of a disadvantage. Yes, they had to hide her. But they couldn't do anything else to hurt her.
Knowing Michael was right, Nikita took a moment to think. They didn't have the time to get Alexandra used to a new name. And they couldn't throw her into an already new and confusing environment with a name she couldn't recognize. Maybe there was a name that sounded enough like 'Alexandra' that Nikita and Michael could start calling her by. Or, more probably, she had a nickname they could pass off as her new first name. The baby could definitely become used to that before being brought to an orphanage, "Maybe a nickname. Her parents had to have called her one."
"What, like Alex?" Michael wondered. It was possible that Alexandra's parents had had a nickname for her and had called her it enough for her to recognize it. But no other name had been listed in Division's intel on her (her real age hadn't been listed either, so that showed how valuable that intel was). He and Nikita would have to guess what other names the baby's parents might've had for her. Repeating 'Alex' didn't get a response. Alexandra had no idea the two were talking about her. She simply played with the numerous toys in front of her.
"Ally… Lexi…" Nikita tried instead. Again, there was no response from Alexandra. She just kept playing with her stuffed animals as though Michael and Nikita were not there.
"Sandy," Michael tried one last time. Alexandra hardly even glanced at him. Nikita, on the other hand, glanced at Michael in absolute bewilderment- how had he gotten 'Sandy' from 'Alexandra'. No wonder the baby didn't respond to it; it didn't make any sense. Though, despite Nikita's judging look, Michael held firm to what he had said. 'Sandy' was a plausible nickname, and not knowing what Alexandra's parents called her, they had to try out everything, "What? 'Sandy' is a nickname for 'Alexandra'."
Once again, Alexandra didn't respond to the nickname. Nikita sighed and slumped back in her chair in frustration. If they were already leaning into the obscure, then they were never going to guess Alexandra's nickname. The two could run through every short form of 'Alexandra' in the English language and get nowhere.
Wait. That was it: the English language. Michael and Nikita were only guessing nicknames they had heard for 'Alexandra' in America. But Alexandra didn't live in America, nor did she understand English (besides 'no', but that was possibly because of how stern Nikita and Michael were when they said it). The two needed to start thinking about names that Alexandra could've heard. There had to have been some Russian short names that they could call the baby. Nikita just didn't know any, "We're only thinking of the nicknames we've heard in America. What if there's, like, some Russian nicknames we don't know about?"
Immediately, Michael typed into the computer and searched for Russian nicknames for 'Alexandra'. He got a hit instantly and began to read out the list, "Uh. Sanya, Sasha…"
"Wait," Nikita stopped Michael there. Alexandra was starting to look at them, and Nikita wondered if it was because of what she had just heard. Giving the baby her full attention, Nikita softly and sweetly repeated the last nickname Michael had said, "Sasha?"
Alexandra dropped her toy and crawled over to Nikita. When she reached the table, she rose up on her knees and held up her arms. She was wobbly and unstable in that position. But, fortunately, she didn't have to hold it for long. Nikita quickly lifted her up in her arms and tossed her gently into the air. Alexandra squealed in joy, and Nikita cooed, "Sasha? Did your parents call you Sasha, baby? Yeah?"
"Sasha it is," Gladly taking note of the name, Michael finalized the decision. Alexandra then held out her arms to him, drawn by the use of her nickname. Michael took her from Nikita with a bright smile, and he also tossed her in the air. Although she giggled, the baby didn't care so much for the game anymore. Her attention zeroed in on the laptop, regarding it like it was a possible new toy. After disabling the keyboard (which took him longer to figure out than he would like to admit) Michael let Alexandra tap on it. She was enthralled by the sound it made and instantly began to playfully smack the keyboard.
"We should probably start calling her Sasha from now on," Michael told Nikita, though his attention remained on Alexandra. He held her securely on his lap and pulled the computer closer to her. She glanced up at him adoringly before redoubling her efforts in pounding on her new toy. Michael ignored all the thoughts in his head that the baby's smile conjured and simply smiled at her softly in return.
"That's gonna be the easiest part, Sasha. Cause we still have to change your last name, your parents' names, where you came from, how your parents died, and how you're in our charge and not a family member's," Despite the pressure mounting on her shoulders, Nikita spoke excitedly to Alexandra. The baby simply babbled in return and continuously smacked her little hands on the keyboard. Watching her joy was enough to ease some of Nikita's tension. She and Michael could work it all out. It would take a lot of work, but they could make it better. They had to for that sweet little girl.
Between Alexandra treating the laptop like the greatest toy in the room and Nikita's phrasing and tone, Michael couldn't help but chuckle. The situation he had found himself in was messy, wild, and unpredictable. It was also unbelievably horrific. However, that didn't mean there wasn't a way out of it. Michael and Nikita were dedicated enough to find the best solution for the baby. All they had to do was put in the work, "Then we better start thinking. We should probably keep it as close to her life as possible. You know, the best lies…"
"Have the most truth. I know," Although Nikita rolled her eyes, she smiled softly. No matter how far removed she was from being a recruit (and at that moment, she was so very far removed) the lessons she had learned in Division stuck with her. She would never truly be able to escape them. Though, that didn't necessarily have to be a bad thing, especially if they were Michael's lessons. She could use all the knowledge she could gain as she continued to help Alexandra and go rogue. And if she could use Division's knowledge against them, well, that just seemed like a sweet bit of retribution, "Let's get to work."