Mm.

[She got most of his worries in one, and he's back to drumming his fingers - along his wrist this time - as he nods, throws her a grim sort of agreement. It's a lot easier to discuss it with her, which means that it's hard to keep from rolling out all of his worries all at once, sure that she'll be able to follow along no problem. Kind of like talking to Konoe in that way. And in this instance she probably feels about as raw as Konoe can. (In the back of his mind he makes a note to bring the locks up with Konoe, too.)]

S'why you need a backup, on yours.

[Just making a point to say that first, because she's not thinking about herself at all is she. Not thinking about herself by staying down here, either, and his eyes narrow a bit as he watches her work at her neck.]

Is safer, unless somethin' happens - like that - or when half the damn ship got the plague. We'd be first.

[And he doesn't mean the first to get the plague. Illness, though, you could call it that.]