The touch is a surprise, but a welcome one. Her expression softens minutely at it, knowing it for the comfort it's meant to be.

"I have suspicions, but...right now, knowing would do nothing but make me want answers from someone who isn't even here, and who would be unlikely to ever come here. If I'm to know for certain, I'll let it come back to me in time, so that I can deal with the knowledge when I'm not also trying to sort out what happened to earn us our freedom."

Reasonable, logical. And not mentioning how she'd want the most bloody revenge against the perpetrator.

"You think you really could fix it, back in the Tradelines? I'd take at least getting rid of the headaches...though everyone would have to put up with me asking about nearly everything in sight."