[She peaks up at him, fears undercut with soft uncertainty. She expected him to press the issue, to turn around and run to tell everyone. This is something huge to have over her. Despite all the powerful people she's meet on the ship, all the powers she's seen, she feels like this will be her scarlet mark.

But he's leaving it alone. And she's not sure whether she should trust that.

She pulls her hands down, holding onto her elbows instead.]

I dunno. I was just gonna run in there and yell at 'em and figure it out as I went. [Maybe. She's having a hard time switching tracks. To think beyond the heavy feeling of what just happened and back to what she'd come storming down the hallway for.] Maybe take somethin' from 'em and see how they like it.