Miles gives her a nod, making sure not to promise anything specific. He wouldn't want to break his word, and as much as he's willing to believe in this woman's story, he has to look out for his own crew, too. But that doesn't mean they can't have a friendly chat. He straddles a chair backward next to her bed, resting his arms along the top.

"They're all alright," he assures her. "It was a little touch-and-go for a while, but my fleet surgeon assures me they'll all make a full recovery in time." He taps his fingers along the back of his chair, a restless fidget. "I was hoping you might tell me a little more about what happened to your crew. About what's happening in the Marathi system these days. Our intelligence is clearly underinformed."