It's not directed at her, she knows that. But it is worrying. She shifts the syrup off the heat to look at him properly. "... You don't think he's gonna do the same thing here, do you? Start a mutiny? Get... get people hurt?"

Would that even work? It's not the same, sure. But then... there aren't police here. And she knows Lieutenant Little often does patrols, there's a few others that do too — but it's... worrying. Mr Hickey had already pointed out some... very real problems they're likely going to face, here.

"No. I mean, I don't think—" Not necessarily a threat, she doesn't think. A warning. 'If I were you? I'd think it would be a good idea to find something else to talk about.' And then that had been the end of things, thankfully. She'd... kind of shut everything down after that. "He ended up walking away. He doesn't like me, he probably doesn't want to talk to me again."

Which is fine, isn't it? Still, she looks a little nauseous. Conflict isn't something she deals very easily with.

"I.. I don't want trouble, anyone getting hurt." She shakes her head, very gently adding: "You getting hurt."