"I see." That's unfortunate, isn't it? It sounds as though he was not long for this world, when he'd been brought here. Perhaps it was good fortune or design of Fate, after all. Her thoughtful expression was broken only by the continued conversation, the return to questioning of the Cetagandans, to which she merely lifted a hand in fluttering dismissal.

"I've been working alongside them for months to even attempt replicating the wormhole. If they had the potential already, I doubt they would ask us for assistance. They seem too proud a people to request the help of outsiders if it was not vitally important."

It simply wasn't logical to examine any other option. Why search for a conspiracy when the answer in front of you was perfectly reasonable and acceptable?

"For what it is worth, I'm certainly grateful you found your way here, rather than remained to die where you were." Blunt, perhaps, but honest. Every life that could be saved was a victory of some sort.