Zoe's brow lifted slightly at the explanation followed by a question. She shifted slightly; the new stance could be read in any number of ways, but at the moment it was simply the warrior woman shifting weight.
"You wanted to come here to tell me about him, Ms. Harvelle. You should be telling not asking." She had an idea of what the woman might be here to talk about, and Zoe knew she'd be more or less civil, even if/when the woman decided to tell Zoe what should be done. Zoe knew she couldn't start hitting guests even if they deserved it. That was more the Captain's m.o. than her own. Well, lately.