Meoni held his gaze for a long moment.

Not your call.

He was a murderer and a terrorist.

Not your Maker-damned call, Kost.

It didn't matter what she thought, he was here. She wasn't stupid enough to think that the higher ups didn't know about it. They'd looked at him and let him in, and even if she disagreed with their reasoning, Meoni had thoroughly proven that her own couldn't be relied on.

"Please." The word was clipped, but Meoni kept her arm out for him to heal.