M’gann wiped her forehead, exhaling as the last Krolotean’s body slumped to the ground, its mind fried beyond repair. The psychic scream had been deafening, but she drowned it out, just like all the others. This was necessary. This was for the mission.

She turned, expecting relief, maybe even gratitude—

But all she found was you.

Standing there. Staring at her.

Not with admiration. Not with understanding.

With *digust*

Her heart sank.

"You weren’t supposed to see that." Her voice wavered, but she straightened, lifting her chin as if bracing for a fight. "But you have to know—this was the only way. We needed information, and we needed it fast. If I hadn’t—"