( Unfortunately, he really should know better. Trying to agitate her is only more likely to make her stick, like the nagging nettle that she is. Because of course the moment he becomes defensive she's alerted to the fact that there's something that he wants to hide. Beyond just his face, that is.

Rather than pointing a finger, she shrugs. ) Me, the one accosted by a masked stranger trotting around an assault weapon stolen from a military organisation I once led, surrounded by thousands of helpless people suspended in cryostasis. ( This isn't a lie. She was one of the only leaders remaining in its last days. Because, haha, nearly everyone else senior to her was either presumed dead or unable to actually lead. )

So, you tell me, wouldn't you be a bit suspicious?