[They open their hand, look at the crumbs, prod them with a finger... then tip their hand out and let them fall, brushing the last away with a feeling of relief.]

I know. I. Thank you.

[That deserves more than words. Soldat reaches over to give her shoulder a brief grasp and squeeze, careful, then steps back again.]

I appreciate you brought this to me. And understand it's. Dangers. So thanks.