[It's like the instantaneous snap of a predator's focus once he grabs her attention; brow furrowed, expression hard. There's blood and frost on the floor and she's hissing with her back to the figurative wall.] No oxygen was lost. No airlocks were opened. Might want to double check the system records before you go telling us what sort of damage was done. You know, since we were the ones doing it.

And I'm not pretending we're saints-- I know I'm a criminal, darling. I've done my time-- but you? Christ, you're no better. So you don't get to pretend you're a goddamn hero because you don't like what we've done.

[There's a short pause before she goes on, eyes fixed firmly on Kang as her lip curls back.] Or would you prefer an apology for interrupting your little lunar holiday for the sake of reminding everyone exactly why we're here.