"I don't-- how--" she sputters, swaying up on her tiptoes and trying to peer around him as if he's concealing some rational explanation for what she just experienced behind his scrawny back. She flinches when the butt of the cigarette bounces off her shoulder, and retreats from Koumyou again.

She let affront take her again (so much better than fear) when he launches those questions at her. "Homicidal?" she repeats with a sneer. "Me? I'm not a monster, which is apparently more than can be said for you."

Her eyes flick to the door out into the main hangar, then back to Koumyou. "With a record like his, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised he's fallen in with bad company, where... wherever it is you two appeared from." A little hitch of uncertainty there, that fear of what's happening clawing through.