She stares at him. Kittens. Her kittens. The word hits her in the heart in a way she hadn't expected. She doesn't think she ever would have referred to her students that way--silly. Fanciful. But it suits. The children she's guarded and taught and helped to raise. Her kittens.

She swallows. "Thank you, Mr. Strange. I've lost too many students. It doesn't get easier." She pulls a smile onto her face. "I will do my best for the rest of the ship. I believe I have one or two tricks I might be able to employ."