[ Armada is not a telepath, but he is well versed in body language, the small tells in bio-fluctuations that dictate what goes unsaid. She does not need to say it for Armada to understand. He holds up one hand, briefly. ]

Do not lie to me, please. It is offensive. I can tell when you are lying.

[ His hand lowers. ]

Whatever your misgivings about how this ship is run, we have been doing this for far longer than you have been alive. It is natural to question.

However, you have acted above your station, and in doing so, you have challenged the chain of command.

[ This time, when Armada's arm moves, it is to hold his palm out. ]

Give me your Blackglass.