The weight on her shoulder's grounding, steadying, even. With nothing on hand of use to keep them safe, and no amount of charismatic excuses for letting a bloody heretic stroll through the front gates, something solid at her back keeps her from feeling anxious about their current situation. Still, there's no thought involved in how her free arm's already raised protectively across his midsection.

If she even notices, it's not acknowledged.

"Oh for god's sake-- the time, Charlie: how much time do we have left before the Initiative yanks us out of this mess?"