She's not going to lie--having him at her side makes her feel a whole lot better about whatever's waiting for them. That doesn't mean she's just going to consent, but isn't that just the way they do things?

"You got put through six walls and four stained glass windows already or something," she says, jogging after the terrified messenger. "There's probably a quota or a union rule about that."

Her expression goes hard when she hears screaming and she breaks into a run, then stops, holding her hand out to Gabriel. "Get us there fast."

She's having better luck ignoring frustrated desire--her people are in danger. The fear of what might be happening to them is clear on her face.