“Listen,” Kate says, hand over your mouth to keep you from arguing, “I’m trying to keep you alive. Running off like that will get you killed.”

She doesn’t want to play babysitter with some spoiled brat, but she doesn’t have a choice. There’s a hit on you—and as annoying as you are, you’re still just a civilian. She narrows her eyes, her mask moving with her.

“Have I made myself clear?” she asks in a low tone. “I better see you nod.”