Her brow furrows, frown deepening as she returns that squeeze, taking his hand to fold between her own with her chin resting against them. There's anger there that she's not letting herself express any more than that, though he obviously knows that she's capable of a hell of a lot when she's pissed off. Either this place is tempering her, or she's saving it for something she can do something about.

"You wanna know the worst part?" She sniffs, looking back down at the tabletop for a moment as she tries to reign it in a bit. "He could have brought me back. After he made his point. It was in his dossier: Overhaul, capable of destroying and rebuilding organic matter to whatever design he saw fit. I wouldn't have to be here." Away from them.