"You say that like I haven't been already." There's humor to it, her comment, but it's thin. Wan. Doesn't last more than a second when it's referencing their previous trial by fire aboard the Silent Horizon.

One hand slips beneath her head, expression dropping— entirely without thought— away into sincerity. Unhappiness, really. Because with him, the facade's not worth the effort, and she hasn't got it in her to keep acting as though it didn't touch her. Didn't hurt her, despite being superficial.

Same as before, it's a hard landing, when all the wax has melted off her wings.