[Oh come on, Dixon. Cub Scouts learn first aid, which Revan would absolutely point out if she knew what a Cub Scout was.

However misplaced, his concern is touching. No one's asked her how she's feeling since they escaped the Leviathan, except to accuse her of being a loaded gun pointed at the Republic. She smiles at Dixon, the expression warm, lighting up her whole face for a moment before the answer to his question makes her grow rueful.]

I'm pretty far from okay, but it's got nothing to do with my childhood.

[She's not going to leave that hanging there, though the pause is slightly too long as she figures out the brief version.]

There's a war on. My crew and I had just escaped the enemy flagship when I found myself here, but we had to leave one of our own behind.

[Sighing, Revan rubs the back of her neck.]

Every minute I spend here is making things worse for her, and for the Republic.