Similarly unimpressed with Sabino’s actions appears to be her father, whistleblower and founder of The Broken Seal, Nils Ortega.

Ortega has remained conspicuously silent on his daughter’s newfound fame. “I am withholding judgment,” Ortega said on his website The Broken Seal on Monday. Seemingly in step with her father, Sabino has also not made any statement since the now-famous photo was taken.

Pundit and candidate for California’s 46th Congressional District Jano Miranda also joins the swelling ranks of Sabino’s detractors. Sabino and Miranda crossed paths earlier this month when they both participated in a debate on MSNBC’s The Hot Seat with Satomi Mack, and then again the following day at the Third Party rally where the photograph of Sabino was taken, which Miranda co-organized, and left five people dead.

“She’s too young to understand what’s at stake here,” Miranda said in an interview with CNN on Tuesday. “And people are using her actions, either of bravery or insanity, to uphold the status quo. But what we need right now isn’t the corruption of the status quo. What we need right now is answers, is accountability. And if those in power won’t give us that, what we need may well be revolution.”

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Kaveh had never felt such an oppressive sense of discomfort heading onto a federal complex, even the times he knew he’d be detained or questioned. He’d done the best he could to cover his tracks on his end, but what about Nils’s end? Might these people already know about the conversation he’d just had? He certainly couldn’t ask; the only “friend” he had on this side of the line was Nikola, and he wasn’t exactly someone to confide in.

The feds had asked him to come in today to question Nikola on some intelligence they’d gotten, to see if it might show any leads regarding the three still-at-large Similars (predictably, according to Nikola, none of them did). Hell, maybe the Similars had already found their former commander and had gone on their merry way back into the cold vacuum of space, and that was why Ampersand had gone catatonic. Maybe? One could dream.

They asked Kaveh to stay for another debriefing for some other reports still trickling in, so he sat on a metal folding chair next to Nikola, who was planted primly on the cold floor. Normally, he liked the long stretches alone with Nikola because it meant he could ask questions on his own terms, but he was in no mood for that today. He could not get past the incredible, horrible reality that his former writing partner, Cora’s own father, was blackmailing him.