Beverly immediately regrets the slap and the raised voice. A look of pain crosses her face when she realizes that she's frightened him. She turns her hands palms up on the desk in apology, relaxing her angry stance, though she still seethes underneath for how trapped he is by all this.

"It's not just the fleet. It's the camp too. I just..." Her voice grows soft, softer than his. "I don't want to lose you again."