She nods, blinking down. Her fingers play along the metal plating of the ramp.






Hera knows she shouldn't do this. If she has something to say, she should just come out with it. And so, she opens her mouth, and -

"I've been running diagnostics on the Ghost." She's shaking her head even as she says it, even as she continues, "I did some work on the hydraulics, but I think..."

She lets it trail off, maybe hoping he'll interrupt her.