She shrugs, a quick, dismissive hitch of one shoulder, intent clear - don't read anything into it. She hasn't bought into the mission of the Barge, is further, perhaps, than she had been when she arrived.

She just has some sympathy for someone who's so unused to having agency that they have to poll a prison boat full of strangers to figure out having preferences.

"I should go before any stupid shit has a chance to happen," she says, and heads for the door, edging carefully around the playing kittens. "Don't forget to drink your coffee before the babies decide to try getting into it."

Because kittens.