A pinchpoint slackening along her spine - relief, and then her mouth turns upwards into a grin that's all sharp and cutting, like a predator flashing teeth meant to kill.

"You understand me."

And for a moment her eyes flick up to squint at the sloping angles of his helmet. There could be a translation device hidden away in there, the Legion seemed quick enough to provide all kinds of tools for the intergalactically challenged, after all. But if not...

Another beat and she adds, like the slow start of an inside joke: "¿me entiendes?"