She could argue that he's already overlooked her, by listing himself as new alone, as though she weren't, but she doesn't. She's not Number Two. She can actually hold her tongue when the next steps have have already been laid out. Chose when to bite, and when to hold. Without being ordered to it by demand.

Which isn't to say that it doesn't add to the tension vibrating at a very ready buzz under all of her skin. She would rather be doing that, or anything else that looked like active action, than holding still. She didn't like being patient, even when asked. Even when she had to be.

She could be good at it. It didn't mean she had to like it.

Plus, if it broke down to that in words, it would still have meant she was likely going one of two ways, with one or the other of them, and if she had the choice: there wasn't one. It wasn't something she needed two seconds to think on. Not when there weren't any other stakes in it even. She'd back Space even without knowing entirely what all of this was.