[ The ease with which he moves his body for her only goes to show that he's already used to such examinations, and she wonders idly where the experience came from. Surely military exams were fairly routine, but did they apply to other professions, other countries? The second he puts up resistance she'll back off with an apologetic furrow of her brows and a little smile. ]

I apologize; that was rather sudden of me. You think it was the water that triggered a heavy emotional response, then...? I suppose as a carrier, water would be about as ideal as solids, rather than gas, but to put it in the pool...

[ She won't claim to know better. Angela's a new arrival herself, and futuristic experience with the world's different militaries and their weapons or preferred acts of terrorism only give her a primer of what could happen. It didn't necessarily apply here. They're a long way from home, now, and space is a completely different terrain. ]

Have you been here long? I assume it hasn't always been this way, or there'd be warnings posted, no? Everyone on board has seemed so peaceful.

[ It doesn't bode well that there's poisoned pools and strange glowing biting creatures about. But when he stands and moves to the pool, she'll follow after him, towel at hand when she kneels down at the edge and looks over to her accomplice. ]

Are you sure you're ready to do this again?

[ She may not be outright saying he'd looked so upset, ...but he had. And still does, a bit, though the wet lashes and redness may be amping that up. ]