[ There is no light of mirth or amusement in Odessa's eyes, even as her smile stays fixed. She crosses her arms under her chest and shifts her weight, leaning slightly to one side. Deceptively casual. ]

Let's propose for a moment that you're right. That I'm being lied to and used...

I'm among their fleet. [ The tremor doesn't sound in her voice so much as show at the corner of her eyes, like it's suddenly difficult to keep focus on the image on the screen. It doesn't last. ] Having a change of heart right now wouldn't serve me very well, would it? And given the chilly reception, I have my doubts that any one of you would attempt to retrieve me should it become clear that my presence here is no longer desired.