He's sorry.

He says he's sorry and that he would have gone if they were going to need him - and maybe the truth is they didn't, but they needed him at the end. The apology, more than anything, surprises her. She doesn't expect that from Grif.

Because in a way... he's right. It's their freelancer stuff that he keeps getting dragged into, that keeps messing with their team. Wash has mentioned to her, before, Tucker being upset about missing Alpha, and she knows that losing Epsilon had hit him hard. Grif doesn't even have that - so it makes sense that he would be one of the ones that resents it.

So she looks at Grif, and then looks away herself, at one of the walls.

"I'm sorry," she says, and her tone is subdued. "It's Freelancer stuff - and this time my Freelancer stuff," more like again, Carolina, "That everyone got dragged into." She made them come help her, the first time. She also pointed a gun at them, like they were just meaningless pawns to move around. The way her father had treated people.

"You're my team." She can't quite admit to being like family, yet. "I'm not Sarge, I don't actually want you to get hurt."