"I know that I absolutely will not miss," Mila says, without missing beat or bothering to look around and dignify that with any more of her attention when she's still got her eyes on those blood-thirsty members of the group that aren't currently being held aloft. She's aware of Caprica's struggling (and its cessation) in the same way that people are aware of it when something small brushes against their skin, but it isn't achieving anything (and then stops) which means it isn't going to be a problem and can safely be left in the assurance of her grip.

"These creatures came here to kill these people. You can either be a person who wants to know why, or you can be one of the things that we dealt with getting here so that Sirius and I might find out why."

She would regret being forced to act accordingly; she would not regret acting, and the cool certainty of her holds more compelling weight than a blustering threat would have. She doesn't expect it to weigh with Caprica, whose conviction is equal to hers and who, of the three, she'd least like to shoot.