Barely contained rage flashed in her eyes and she stood, jamming her arm in front of him to block the entrance of the door. She jammed a finger sharply into the center of his chest. "Can the drama, Valentine, and save me your speeches. We almost just lost two members of our team, that means YOU, son...and I'm responsible for the lives of<em>everyone</em>on this crew. If you can't follow orders,<em>No Matter What They Are</em>, then you stay behind. Period. It's your choice, pal, I'm not going to have someone unreliable around. This isn't church camp, if you didn't notice." She thumped him on the elbow, where the stitches were fresh from his replacement joints.<br/><br/>A muscle in her jaw jumped, but she stepped back, clearly allowing him access through the door. "You want to walk? That's your perrogative, we were a team before you and we'll be a team after. So there's the door. Choose." She eyed him pointedly. It was follow her command, or walk. Nothing by halves.<br/><br/>