Hudson with Terror

[Lochrath]

She didn't respond instantly. Eyes flicked around his face, watching and studying him. Looking for flaws. Looking for anything. Perhaps because she found nothing, she turned away, looking back out at space. Her hand on the gun hidden from sight.

"Sorry." The single word came out after an extended silence. It seemed sincere, from a place knowing she had likely stepped over a social line. "All of that was unfair of me. Ain't right. M'not goin' to make excuses." She wouldn't either. There was many reasons for how she was acting, but it didn't matter. They weren't friends, they were sparingly allies of opportunity.

She should have stayed in the room.

"When do y'want to do th' scans? Ah got ah surface probe an' so long as I can hook into some standardized ship scanner, can do th' rest from orbit." She explained, trying to turn the conversation towards a more business-like exchange. Notably, her further arm that was holding the gun was straighter, the elbow no longer crooked.