[ When Nychta says, “a fucking dog with no leash,” there’s a subtle wince from Amaranth—sympathetic, maybe.

She turns to Silver. ] If you think it would help.
[ mournful, almost? ] You’d be the better judge of it, between us.

[ to Nychta ] ...And I know... entirely too well, in fact, what you mean—about John seeing you that way. To be very blunt, I do not think he has told me the entire truth of his feelings; it’s just that I don’t think I can get any more detail from him than I already have. But... speaking as just myself, rather than a representative of my unit...

[ she meets her eyes ] You have my entire sympathy, and my deepest anger on your behalf.