It's hard to say if she feels bad because of the magic-dampening or because she's been sleepless and scared and still trying to work out whether or not she could run her mouth enough to talk her captors into letting her go. She'd be appalled if she knew Ronan thought she'd wanted him dead, but mostly she's glad he's okay, and here, and that she doesn't have to figure out if that means the end of the world is still moving ahead as scheduled.

The more immediate question? That's a little harder to answer, so she falls back on habit as she moves to flop onto her back on the nearest bunk.

"Do whatever you want."

It's the typical Hennessy answer, the one she'd expect the recipient to either take as a brush-off or maybe, if they were one of exactly two people, now, to push back against a bit. The idea of sleeping without her alarm or anyone to catch her if things go wrong terrifies her. But without his magic, he couldn't do anything, either. There's no sense in keeping him here when he's apparently got the run of the place.