"Thank you for offering to help," Yamina told Hiro as they made their way to where the children were birthed.  "There are nuances of your culture that are more subtle than most to navigate. And responses to mistakes less obvious as well, Hiro."  Once they were far enough away from the briefing and the others, Yamina stopped him with a hand on his chest, looked up and down the corridor, then spoke very quietly, he face mere inches from his own.  Anyone coming around to spy them would believe they'd stumbled on something intimate.<br/><br/>"We did not deserve that," she said, eyes looking at Hiro's.  "There were mistakes, yes, but not so great as is being made out.  From us, there were none save perhaps the matter of my gunnery.  You remained cool and stuck with the plan, venting your spleen upon the enemy at the proper moment in the proper manner.  And yet we are marked along with those who did not do their duties."  That word was deliberately chosen, emphasized, to play into Hiro's cultural background.<br/><br/>"We have a failure of leadership, Hiro.  It should not be allowed to continue."