Libby falls in line neatly, and in a rare moment of sense she keeps her mouth shut. She's about as expressive as Jesse unless anything gets in her way. Well deserved? She thinks he can have no idea, but she doesn't care. She doesn't care about anything except getting everyone out of here.

She thinks she'll try to punch a hole in the station after they get on the shuttles. Let them all choke. Blow up a ship, maybe, and send fuel flaming through the air. There are so many ways to tear the world down and such a small span of time to do it in. She drops most of her metal but keeps two shards molded to her forearms, in wait.

She wants someone to get in their way, that's obvious. But it probably won't happen.