Arilanna Tayrey expects agreement. She expects that since her course of action is rational, and he clearly called her here to take action, he'll follow her lead. There's a faint look of disbelief on her face as he tells her he can't, he won't.

She could do just as he says, of course. Leave. She'd be in a far better position to try to find her way back home from here. When it comes to it, however, she doesn't give the possibility more than a passing thought, because leaving Palamedes locked up in here is simply not an option.

He wants her to negotiate. Tayrey had been good at that once, hadn't she? Before her captivity. Before everything had gone so terribly wrong. There's understanding on her face now, a fractional nod, and then-

'A thirty-second?' It's incongruous with the urgency she hears in his voice. A thirty-second part of a twelve-hour shift isn't - no, Tayrey! The realisation hits her as soon as the words are out of her mouth. Being shipside now doesn't mean that he or anyone else understands Tradeline timekeeping. It's a translation. It's-

Well. More like twenty seconds now. Isn't it fortunate she's been trained to make quick decisions? In a starship battle, the wrong tactic might kill you, but inaction absolutely will.

'Yes. Storage bay, let's go, now. You lead the way, I'll cover.' No hesitation. Tayrey gestures once more towards the door.