She knows how he feels right about now. Steve isn't a lawyer, he's not a policeman. He's a soldier too, and a thief - accused, not convicted - seems a lot less urgent than the other things going on right about now.

Steve told her that he was coming to relieve her of duty, as much out of concern for the detainee's safety than anything. One Etrepa Seven didn't strike him as someone who would be abusive or violent for violence's sake - if anything she was a bit too level-headed. But if the prisoner did try to escape, things might turn ugly.

Speaking of ugly, if he's late, it's because he had to deal with a couple of creatures who got through a breach, which Steve then tried to patch it up as best as he could. But he knows it's a temporary hold. Steve already has his shield at the ready, and when he jogs up to her, it's not actually for guard duty anymore.

"Change of plans." Steve glances from Flint and back to her. "We need to be defending the camp and see if we can get to those fires. They're driving more of those things right to us."