Six turned towards her as she did him, matching the posture enough to catch what she said, though barely. He hadn't been around long enough to get a feel for what the general opinion of the captain was yet--but this gave him an idea. Jackdaw was correct, and he, quite frankly, shared the opinion, though he could tell he oughtn't voice it. He hadn't gotten to know the man yet, had no loyalties here to anyone but himself past simply working with them, and though he had no intention of betraying them or letting them go down, he also knew some things simply weren't salvageable, and that Varus knew the risks when he stepped on board.
He turned again, matching her earlier position, facing out towards the direction Taerys had run in, and nodded. "You're right." It sounded to those who'd hear it like an acceptance of a placation, a shake off of the earlier worries--but Jackdaw could catch the meaning, catch his agreement to her silent admission.