Reagan's eyes immediately darted past Lachlan's tall frame to fix his sister with a piercing look. She had not been overly vocal about her displeasure at having Morrie added to their ranks... mostly because she hadn't felt it was her place to do so and partly because she hadn't the need to be. She'd communicated her every reservation to her friend via a single look and a well-timed scoff when she'd heard the news, and hadn't brought it up again; she knew how important reconciliation with Morrie was to him, and who was she to interfere with that?
But the thinly-veiled implication barbing Morrie's words rankled. She did not take umbrage with her protestation of the mission. If she wanted to sew dissent so early on, then that was her decision to make, and even Reagan could admit that some of her points weren't entirely wrong, besides. But to bring personal matters so blatantly into their ranks on the night of her first meeting...
"If you had such reservations about blame, then perhaps that was something to have been considered before coming here, don't you think?" She managed to keep most of the waspish, defensive irritation from the question. "None here take any of this lightly. And quite frankly, it's presumptuous to assume otherwise."