We chose to be here, and there's a way out. It makes all the difference.

(And if an inner part of her, constantly on guard, has been weighing the likelihood that they've been lied to about the way out ... well. Nobody else needs to be troubled with that, just yet.)

The last words strike a chord, and she gives a somber smile. "I'm glad to know that. Some already knew I was involved, and I have no doubt others suspected, but ... I don't know what any of those here knew. We'll see what they have to say."

A pause. "And ... I kept my word as well, when we lost you. Never a passenger."