[It's strange, seeing someone that doesn't even try to mask or filter their emotions - and it lets those who chose to watch, see as the person cycles from one to the next, to watch the progression play out until they finally settle into a single state.

It's not something he particularly enjoys being privy too, but it's there nonetheless.

And it's not his place to interrupt, or push her towards one or the other, though he is more inclined to tell her to get angry, for once. Instead, he actually... smirks slightly at her question.]

That's up to you, not me.

[Pausing at that, he arches a brow at her and shrugs a careless shoulder.]

Way I see it, you've got three choices. [Holding up his fingers as he calls them off.] One, you can choose to go back on your own - In which case, we'll give you a ride and collect on the warrant. Two, you can choose to hide on our ship until this whole thing blows over, because how long do you really think it's going to take the best teams within the RAC to figure you're out here?

Or three, you stay here and we hire a bodyguard to stay with you.