[ Roman drinks his coffee with so much sugar she'd been sure it'd kill him, and for a second she just watches Fitz stir it all in, taking in what he has to say and then adding just a couple teaspoons of sugar to her tea. Not quite so much as Fitz.

Wrapping her hands around the mug for warmth, Jane takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, nodding. ]

I'd want to help if it ever came to it. People seem to start initiatives and either they disappear or...I never hear about it again. I'm not good at figuring out the whys and science of this place, but I'm strong. I can protect people, and I'm willing to try and keep what we have in tact.