Hennessy feels rather like doing something psycho the longer the entire embarrassing scene goes on. She'd flinch away from Ronan and his damn towel if she could, his ongoing tenderness feeling like hot coals of shame heaped upon her head. She doesn't understand why he won't just let her go, though it becomes clearer once she hears him plead his case to Kylo.

Of course. Of course it wasn't about what she could do, or even his patronizing concern that she's somehow incapable of surviving when she'd done just fine without him for years. It's about what she could add to Ronan's already impressive power. He can't have been here much longer than her, and already he's impressed the people in charge enough to be allowed to roam free and found himself a magic bodyguard-slash-boyfriend besides.

Her limbs still don't work -- pathetic, honestly, for such a mundane item -- but she manages a scowl and, coughing weakly to clear the remnants of nightwash, rasps out a single word.

"No."