[ Deep down, Jese hasn’t really forgotten anything. But his memories are distant enough that they can do little more than inform his actions in a subconscious way. He couldn’t say why or how he knows how sharp she is. He just does.

He’d even like it, maybe, under different circumstances. ]

Sure as hell not a fan. Look— [ He fixes her with a hard glare. ] You want me dead? You’re not gettin’ the job done on this ship. Not without gettin’ yourself locked in a closet until we reach land, and then prison after that. So you really want to throw your life away for whoever set you up to this? Whatever they’re payin’ you worth that?