His bland response was both a relief and a concern to her as she nodded her agreement. She looked down at her hands, fingers of her free one outstretched and pushing together against the others that were entwined in Jake's, resting in her lap. Her level of discomfort rose dramatically as she stared at them, focusing on not clenching them but just letting them rest. Rest was good. She hadn't felt rested in a long while, and she knew it was going to start affecting her flying soon.
She wanted to ask why, why had this officer, his friend, been allowed to accuse her like she had, then given leave to come and rub it in her face here, on the ship Anika lived on. But she knew that sounded irrational, even to her own ears.