Ming watches the entire conversation quietly, over a cup of tea she made for herself.  They sure seemed like nice people, trustworthy, except that Jason guy, and even he didn't seem overtly threatening, just brash and headstrong.  She had to trust them to some extent, she knew she did, but...  It was just so hard to do.  After a bit of thought, she decides to extend a little more, and starts typing on her datapad, hesitating in several places before finishing, then holds it up so everyone sitting at the table can see it.<br/><br/>{I'm sorry if I haven't been more warm and welcoming to you people.  Just give me a little time, okay?  I don't want to be like this, and I'm trying to get past it.}<br/><br/>There, she did it.  It was a step in the right direction, maybe they'd understand how hard it is for her, and not press too much yet.