The difference, maybe, is that Fortescue also takes the time to gently smooth his hair back down again, even if that's only a few seconds. Fortescue likes carding her fingers through people's hair. It's oddly comforting. She returns his smile, hers younger but strained with too much life (and death) in too few years.

"That's sweet of you, love."

Here, in Kore, she has people to look out for her.

That's why she isn't looking too hard for the escape hatch, so to speak, even if it would be nice to find it for everyone else.

"...Twelve of you sounds terrifying," she chuckles quietly. "Shall we head back to the Center, Knight in Blue Armor?"