He wanted to be afraid of this, but he couldn't be. The snarl did nothing to change Tucker's expression; it had that lowkey anger that wouldn't fade, turned inward. The questions were valid ones, but they pissed Tucker off just the same; he wasn't asking if she was hurt; he was asking about numbers.

"Eight soldiers, two Vorkosigan armsmen, and I know you didn't ask, but twelve villagers died, too." A little bitter, a little pointed. He couldn't help it. "I think she was just stunned, and..." I don't fucking know.