[ He nods, mutely, his emotions under tight rein. Kree aren't meant to feel strongly; they're not just a warrior race but a soldier race, and part of their training is making sure that emotional distress won't compromise performance.

Still. When he speaks, his voice is soft, his back still turned to Ryan. ]

Isabelle was the first person I met on Ajna, right after the drop. She put a gun to my head; forty-eight hours later I learned we were rooming together. [ He huffs, amused at the memory, then turns to join Ryan on the bed. His expression is a strange mixture of fondness and wire-taut aggression. ] She didn't deserve this death.