"Mm. Turns out we have some— overlapping history, let's say." Android trauma, most specifically. Though there's broad strokes of other things. "And we get on well. She's been... she's been great."

It's the fastest she's come to be able to trust a person—at least, as far as she can trust anyone, still—since she got here. Sometimes that feels weird. Sometimes it's just... a relief.

"And— yeah, my old squad leader, to be exact. It's... well it's a bit fraught. Running into her is the reason I was late the other day."

Fraught is putting it lightly, but she doesn't immediately get into it, instead:

"...I trust you, Crichton. I'm sure that's why the dream folded you in so easily and why I didn't just roll my eyes and leap over a railing or something the second you started pushing back against it."