Elizabeth nods vacantly. "That's about how I feel right now. With the whole crew." These people have come onto their ship, it's dark and cold, and however unreasonable the idea that everyone is looking to her for answers is, that's all she can think. They're looking to her because the captains all gave up command, and she vocally refused to. So what now, DeWitt? Stand on your words and nothing else while the crew struggles with the rationing?

"If it starts working again?" She imagines that given the way the question is phrased, he's in a boat similar to her own-- his timeline is no place to go back to, and he'd prefer his people came here. "I hope it gives you yours, but mine... he should stay where he is. He has a daughter to take care of."