[For a few moments, she curls and uncurls her fingers, like they're itching to move forward and touch him, like she is. He's held her, when Finn died, she remembers him catching her and she remembers his grip being solid and anchoring. She wants to give that back, but she threw him down this road with her arguments, so it doesn't feel like she has the right.
Her hands stay firmly in her lap.
And then she lets out a laugh, short and brittle.] Sorry - I just...I tried to picture a world where either of us would trust someone blindly, and I can't. [Does that help? She doesn't think they'd run that risk. She doesn't feel in danger here, but she hasn't asked for an upgrade on her leg for a reason. There are people who could more than burn this place to the ground, but that doesn't mean the people who invited them here wouldn't put up a fight too.
She doesn't trust blindly, but by knowing what she's up against. Three months is long enough to know what she's up against.]
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Her hands stay firmly in her lap.
And then she lets out a laugh, short and brittle.] Sorry - I just...I tried to picture a world where either of us would trust someone blindly, and I can't. [Does that help? She doesn't think they'd run that risk. She doesn't feel in danger here, but she hasn't asked for an upgrade on her leg for a reason. There are people who could more than burn this place to the ground, but that doesn't mean the people who invited them here wouldn't put up a fight too.
She doesn't trust blindly, but by knowing what she's up against. Three months is long enough to know what she's up against.]