Scout's composed and clear-eyed. There's a mission, there's an objective to follow, there are ways to help. She doesn't actually like to kill or, especially, see allies hurt or in peril, but in an odd tense way she's happier than she was back in Kyrimorut. Sharp. Alive.

"Right." He's a kid, and she doesn't actually have an objection to that, but she walks astride or a step ahead, her weapons loose and ready in their holsters. "I can sense when people are nearby, but there's so much interference here, it's clouded things up and I'd have to be within a few meters. Way too much general suffering."

Even through focus she has to make herself talk about that ability. She's been out in a galaxy where she has to hide these things for too long to revert back in a couple days.