Which of course - she does. Pushing up against in instant reaction at strange, clean, metal walls. So different to the stone ornate walls of Jhansi. To the man standing beside where she feels: open, vulnerable. A desperate reach for a weapon that isn't there as she pushes away from him.

-- the pain that flashes over her face is instant, as is the turn away, to hide it. Here, the Admiral that had saved them. That she had done her best to bleed out all over his feet, it seemed, given the blur between the last words spoken to where they were now. "I see." It's grit out slow, painful, between her teeth before she allows herself to sink back into the bed. "Where is my sword?"