Kamala dares to look at him. One arm uncurls from her knees in response. She believes him. She thinks he's a jerk who should learn to keep his mouth shut, but she also really believes him. Kamala smiles weakly and follows his example. She takes his pinky with hers and shakes on it. "I'm counting on you." She reminds him as she releases his pinky. Her hand falls to her side as she looks up to the ceiling for reassurance. Matt's not the only one who talks to God regularly around here.

"I know Frank's messed up, but he's still my friend. I couldn't bear it if he was killed. I just... couldn't." It'd absolutely break her heart. She hopes he understands how much she needs him to be as good as his word. Nobody is gonna listen to a little brown Muslim girl back home. An attorney is a whole other story, even a blind one.