[ It's in silence that she regards him, pushing aside the rather insistent thought that she kiss him again in favor of listening, and as she slowly pieces it together, she frowns, expression serious as she puts the smallest bit of extra distance between them, eyes searching his face as if she'll somehow find the rest of the answers there. ]

...You have the same intel I do, don't you.

[ It's worded as a question, and yet the dryness in her voice makes it clear she already knows the answer.

Which leads her to wonder: how? Does he have someone inside the Knights feeding him information? Or is he in touch with some of the same shady people from whom she's sometimes gathered intel in her role as Reconnaissance Captain?

She doesn't ask that, though. As far as she's concerned, that's his business. They chose different paths, after all— his the path of the lone vigilante, hers the path of the ranked officer. When it comes to his self-described "antics", the only thing that really strikes her right now is that he'd better not get hurt further. ]

...If you find yourself overwhelmed, my own duties mean that I'm here for a while.

[ She can't offer him help, not officially, not even unofficially. But hopefully her words make it clear: if he's in trouble, she'll come to him regardless.

(It's a realization that brings a hint of pink to her cheeks, her gaze dropping briefly from his.) ]

Just be careful.