She may or may not have been dosing off. But when his voice cuts through the haze, she peers at him, a frown pulling at the corners of her mouth. She could argue that she'd just been resting, but she can feel how much her body's been through. Didn't even get a chance to recover from the mission properly, and her shoulder's still fucked up.

Hell, she's only human.

"I'm fine." She's not. But she has to be. What choice is there? "Just fly."