[She suspects he's lying, though she's not about to call him on that when his claws are digging into the softer carapace around her eye. PM may not have interacted with Jade personally, beyond when they met on Prospit all those years ago, but she knows the love she feels when she thinks of that girl. The pride of knowing she helped her, and the fierce hope that she can protect her.]
[They're Bequerel's feelings, but she's never fought against them. There's no harm in loving someone like that.]
[All his weight is on her upper body. In one quick motion, she kicks her lower half off the ground, hoping to unbalance him enough to knock him free the rest of the way. Or maybe kick him in the head, if she can reach. That would be a nice bonus.]