She sank back against the edge of her desk, chewing her cheek for a moment. Trying to decided how to approach this.

"Look, I'm not going to run amok. I'm not going to try to take on big bessie single handedly or anything like that. You have your work to save lives," she gestured to the steaming pile of ichor and guts before him. "And I have mine. If you're scared you can stay right by the entrance and wait. A few hours, in, I get what I need, and out. I'm not some idiot thrill seeker, this is what I do."