There's a hesitation, a brief moment when she looks as if she's going to upbraid him for his audacity and interference, but then she turns away and looks out at the ocean.

"I know." It's not at all gracious. "Everything will be fine when we rescue Jack."

It has become a litany, her own small prayer that her words will prove true.

"But thank you for your concern," she finishes stiffly, offering him a tight smile.