Vander looked nonplussed by her self deprecation. She had grown up in the shadows of others, it was true. Silco, Felicia, and himself had mastered very unique skill sets when it came to leadership, and so did most of the Chem-Barons that he knew. "Ohhhhh," he started, surveying her, "so you didn't lead a gang, huh? You weren't known for your no-nonsense brisk efficiency to get things done? That must have been your identical twin?"

He leaned forward in his chair, resting his forearms on the table and looking her dead in the eye. "If you can't do it, then why was the big seat offered to you? Did everyone else in Zaun just happen to not want that kind of power?"

Vander snorted and their drinks arrived in short order. It wasn't that busy at this time of the day. "You think I didn't have criminal activity in the background even to the day I died? It's Zaun; criminality is part of what makes us who we are. We break things to make it better and more efficient. We wheel and deal... but maybe, I'm out of touch. War changes people."

He dragged on his cigarette, ignoring his drink. "If you can't or won't mentor, find someone who will. Until then, you're in the hot seat, Councilor."