[ She wants to bring him into her arms and to hold him until his troubles go away. The carapace who raised her had a very clean species divide, but she knows: the slant of his shoulders, the carefully held position of his mouth. Roxy can tell he's hurting. Her hand falls to her lap. ]
I'm gonna work my ass off, alright? When we tap into them, we'll find a way to keep people [ --and she doesn't say alive -- ] okay.
It might take a few tries, but. We'll collect the info we need, and sooner rather than later it'll be done. Callie and your bro are gonna be just fine.