She felt scorned by the rejection, but the real Lieutenant Stark was still in there, although fettered and blinded. "Private," she whimpered, and her head fell onto the other's shoulders. She felt like no superior officer now, only like a little girl... but as she brushed against Anna's skin, she couldn't help but feel like a woman grown, which she was. Her hand trailed down to grasp Anna's in her own, and with a coy smile, she said, "No, you'll come with me. The base is lost, but the arachni won't harm us. They<em>know</em>, Anna." The Lieutenant was not so good with names, so it was a bit of a surprise she could recall that of Private Thomas' so easily.