She had a point, and he hated it, hated that point because it wasn't fair and it wasn't helping Sonia or him in this situation. Shit.

"I'd say get me in, but Wash would have both of our asses. And not in a good, kinky way, either," he muttered, as much to himself as to her. It wouldn't be a matter of laps; it'd be a matter of trust, and he could feel that imaginary disappointment from here. Crap, what could he do? What could she do?

"Can you, I don't know, get her a weapon? Just something so she can defend herself if she has to?" Teeth gnawed his bottom lip. "And maybe a message?"

A promise.