Thank the Prophet, they're talking. "Sit the fuck down, Seyli. You're hurting my neck."

Sasha's going to need Seyli's input as she starts making plans, which means she needs them thinking, which means she needs to reassure them somehow, which is going to be an interesting exercise, since they aren't exactly stupid. "Strictly speaking, we are the backup. I know you'd prefer a few more moths and a lot more heavy ordnance. But I believe you have not registered that Alaric and Ione and Aymad and I could kill everyone on this station, given a couple hours' lead time. Three, if their firewalls are really good. Humans are fucking fragile and very dependent on specific levels of oxygen."