[Don't is on the tip of her tongue. Don't tell anyone else, because if it spread she'd have to take action, have to put him in the brig. But in the moment she doesn't know if that's what she should do anyway, as much as she imagines Derek would hate it. She doesn't know what else can be done. She doesn't know if she wants to protect Isaac from that fate, if he's killed someone - truly gone out there and hunted one of the DUPRR crew down, compelled or mad or sane and in control.
Her brow pinches, frustrated with limited options and no real solutions. It weighs. It always does when she's confront with another piece of the ship's bullshit like this. She'd never intended to be a judge, a leader, someone to make these decisions. Sometimes she thinks it would be easier - better - if she stepped down.]
I'm guessing you've got him contained.
[She says, finally, turning to take a seat on the bed without letting go of his hand.]
action.
Her brow pinches, frustrated with limited options and no real solutions. It weighs. It always does when she's confront with another piece of the ship's bullshit like this. She'd never intended to be a judge, a leader, someone to make these decisions. Sometimes she thinks it would be easier - better - if she stepped down.]
I'm guessing you've got him contained.
[She says, finally, turning to take a seat on the bed without letting go of his hand.]