She wasn't sure she could believe them. All she could do in response to Niko's reassurance was twist her face, lips pursed, through the tears still running down her face. She believed they wanted to get home - and maybe they'd get there. But at this point she couldn't bring herself to believe again that there was any way out, only to have it dashed again.

Niko was staring down at the ground like he couldn't look her in the face anymore. For a moment all she did was watch him, try to get it beyond the immediate outbursts. This wasn't some kind of new development - she'd thought it was, assumed that between everything that had happened to him before, the CDC, now this ship... But this had been Niko the whole time she knew him. Now... Now either he couldn't hide it anymore or she had just finally, finally caught on.

He'd always been lost, always been broken. But always been able to hide it. She'd thought she'd figured him out straight away, but it had taken her the whole time she'd known him. When a bubble of nausea grew in her stomach this time, it wasn't for her at all.

"You know..." She didn't answer the question. "I've never even seen you get angry. I've never seen you lose control. All I've seen the whole time I've known you is you trying to be better. Learning to be a pilot. Helping people. You learned a new language just because you thought it would make a friend feel better."

And it did, every time she heard it.

"People respect you on this ship. They like you. And--and I know you don't believe it, and it doesn't help how you feel, but... You're amazing." She shrugs helplessly. "You're nothing like anybody you left behind. You're nothing like your father."

She stepped closer to him, reached out to take his hands in each of hers. She was shaking, so teared up her vision was blurrd and she was starting to sound like she had a head cold.

"I can't imagine you hurting people - your family - just for the sake of it."