She kept her chin raised, defiant, and bit down on the part of herself that wanted to back down and dissemble. Her face flushed hot and red. "The Code doesn't bind," Scout got out. "Or it didn't bind him."

Him being the Traitor, of course. There was very little hatred in Scout. Hatred and bloody-minded determination were very different animals; one was familiar to her and easily kept checked, pulled back and stabled when she didn't need it. The other was small, planted with shock and pain in a bed of loss, wrapped up around the half-faded memory of someone she'd trusted.

With the quickness of long practice, Scout interrupted her own cycle of emotion. It was still there through a veil of the Force's calm. It was always there. But she could usually not let it affect her much. Clearly, pushing it away for the month or so she'd been on this planet had been a bad idea.

"Look," Scout said with a sigh. "If I'm nasty-minded and suspicious, it's because I have reason. I'm sorry if it's insulting." She didn't like apologizing for her own paranoia. Hadn't it kept her alive this long? "You seem like decent people. It's just some of the things that led up to this, they don't lead to anything good on the worlds I'm from."

The Knight who'd brought her here had had a lot of trouble getting her to be blindfolded.