There was nothing that could make her answer that. No needle, no threat. Nothing. River arched an eyebrow.
"Perhaps next time," she said, "we could try having a conversation that doesn't involve your fear. Or the way you seem to believe I am incapable of thinking anything through for myself."
She stepped back, eyes cold, and simply said 'work,' in Mandarin. She wanted to check on Hannibal. She was leaving.