[He continues to feel vaguely bemused, like they might be talking about two different things or otherwise misunderstanding each other. Still, he doesn’t hesitate to say:]

I trust you.

[He states it as though it’s obvious and indisputable. Why would he have shared so much of himself with her if he didn’t?]

And Jake, I guess. [Even if he’s a little salty about being stuck in this gala outfit, which is Jake’s fault.] I’m not sure about the others in general, but I don’t think any of them would host a death game. It’s the just…the situation. And the AI.

[He definitely doesn’t trust Olivia, okay.]