“I’m not mad that you killed me.” It’s the first thing she blurts out. Can’t hold it back. “I couldn’t be. I know you were trying to get Reynard off the convoy’s back. It’s what happened to Ghost. And to Nike.”

She looks down, inspecting the sidearm while she processes anew. Something for her fingers to run over. “But you didn’t know and you didn’t do all that. So… I do want that explanation.” Her head lifts sharply, and there’s something urgent and earnest in her voice. “But I wanted to know if you were all right, too."