[It's not an answer, not really, but it feels like something's been defused anyway - or at least that it isn't going to explode in her hands. She'll take it. Doesn't really have an alternative. Not on this front, anyway. So her response then is automatic, instinctual like a breath of air being let go:]
You're part of my crew.
[Less - or maybe exactly as much - possessive as it sounds. None of these people are hers, not in martial sense, but she's not talking about the Neheda's crew (more than half cannon fodder) or the constant cycle of teams. Her people, guarded with a wolfish single mindedness.
She shifts the gun at her hip then, the strap of it a weight that digs at her shoulder, and rocks back on her heels - a minute turn, clearly signaling she's about ready to cut loose from this.]
Anyway better this than just doing things because someone expects you to.
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You're part of my crew.
[Less - or maybe exactly as much - possessive as it sounds. None of these people are hers, not in martial sense, but she's not talking about the Neheda's crew (more than half cannon fodder) or the constant cycle of teams. Her people, guarded with a wolfish single mindedness.
She shifts the gun at her hip then, the strap of it a weight that digs at her shoulder, and rocks back on her heels - a minute turn, clearly signaling she's about ready to cut loose from this.]
Anyway better this than just doing things because someone expects you to.