He could read the anger and hurt in her eyes; her expression a mixture of outrage, and pout, as she signed furiously to him. Her hands moving like darting hummingbirds in the air. “It’s not fair! I know how to act on recon missions! Why can’t I go?” He spoke to her, keeping his tone even but firm. She could hear perfectly, but was mute. “I’m only sending five men. This isn’t a full squad.” Her hands began to fly again in response. “So? I can take care of myself!” “This isn’t about you taking care of yourself. It’s about them taking care of you. If things go sideways, do you think they would just leave you to fend for yourself? No. Their main focus would be protecting you, not themselves or each other.” He saw the truth of that register. She signed again, more slowly this time. "That's not my fault. I'm not a baby." He considered that for a moment. "You're right. You're not a baby. You're our baby." Her eyes went soft, and the corners of her mouth started to turn up, but she buried them both quickly beneath a look of disappointed resignation. "Okay. Fine." she signed simply.