The dawning, sick horror in Regan's face matches Gabriel's.

"And they--"

Her hands tighten on his waist.

"Tiānna, Gabriel, the ship." She glances sharply at the datapad on the table, the one that has the schematics of the ship that took Simon and River. "High-ranked, Andronicus said, top-level security. Council-level security."

Regan's pale, spots of high color in her cheeks, and even she's not sure if it's terror or fury.