Her eyebrows arch stiffly upward, as her expression slashes toward something that would make repugnant disgust run for a dying star to hide in. She was not 'going to get shot.' She was not going to let anyone on this, whatever it was, shoot her. She might let them shoot John. But then she'd have to shoot them out of some forced loyalty.
Or necessity for peace if she returned to Moya without him. Or point of pride.
Because if anyone was going to shoot John, it was going to be her. For saying things like that.
Which is why she ignores the dren he's saying now, for restating, colder and sharper, as it's obviously more important than ever disarming herself in unknown environment. "You didn't answer my question. What did you do this time? Where are we?"
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Or necessity for peace if she returned to Moya without him. Or point of pride.
Because if anyone was going to shoot John, it was going to be her. For saying things like that.
Which is why she ignores the dren he's saying now, for restating, colder and sharper, as it's obviously more important than ever disarming herself in unknown environment. "You didn't answer my question. What did you do this time? Where are we?"