Adelaide is good at being protected, used to being kept apart and kept safe, but she's been noticing lately that her tendencies are shifting. Starting way back when she drove so far out from the Capitol seeking birth control from the then-mysterious Dog King, there is a certain shift toward independence, a certain realization that being kept under lock and key might be easy, might be what she signed up for, even, but it isn't always what she's cracked it up to be - especially not when it imposes someone else's will upon her. She bounces Charlie lightly, making him laugh, presses her lips to the top of his head. She wouldn't give him up now, not for anything, but she won't deny that the news of his impending arrival was one of the more devastating - and infuriating - moments of her life. All because she left that life so entirely in someone else's hands. Being protected is one thing, being managed is quite another.
And so as they discuss their plans for her travel and escort, Adelaide's expression is clear, but not so serene as it was a moment before. She knows this falls under protection more than anything, but she still has opinions. She's never been encouraged to keep her opinions to herself, either.
"I trust your judgement, darling," she begins, edging her way in before Rodeo can respond. "But there isn't anyone here that I trust to keep a secret like that who isn't in this conversation, or Sarge. I know you have people, but this would be one damned juicy bit of information. I'm not comfortable handing that over to someone unless they have something equally huge to lose."