His hand rests on her shoulder, and that faux familiarity is more off-putting than she'll admit to, steady and refusing to flinch as she meets Tarn's eyes.

"I just know what I'm capable of, and--"

Her words cutting off with a frown as she hears whispers of voices, straining to pick up the sound. And she recognizes one of them after a moment, lips curling into an expression that's not particularly kindly. "Diya," she murmurs quietly, aware that being caught is not in her best interest.

There's an interesting look there-- something along the lines that she doesn't trust Tarn, but she likes the Cetagandans even less. How do you feel about spying?