Both of Torrie’s dark eyebrows raise at Ezra’s statement. There are a few different ways she could interpret those words, but she jumps to the possibility that he’s packing up and going. It doesn’t seem implausible with the way he seems so hang dog.
“Are you leaving?” she asks, with the first sign of actual interest. Not concern, it’s not her responsibility to watch out for him, but if he’s packing up and heading out that’s going to be one more reason for her to be more wary of Emilie. Her brother might not be able to control her, but somewhere down deep his presence has to leave a dent, and maybe even sedate some of her ruthless psyche. Sol’s would, if Torrie were as gone as Emilie. “It’s not going to be any better up there, you know. There isn’t a lot of places willing to roll out a welcome for a former tunnel dweller.” But then, he doesn’t look like he’s been strung out on Wash for ages, so maybe it would work for him.