Did Ramses know about this? 

It's a terrible thought, one that catches her in the gut like a thrown brick. Is that why she agreed to go with her so quickly? Is that what kept them going down the hallway?? Those hands on her shoulders and clutching at her hair--was that real, or just an expertly practiced deception?

She tells herself that the look on Ramses' face is confusion and not guilt. It has to be. Please, she couldn't stand if it weren't.

She could charge. They're getting set up. If she's gonna face them, now's the time, before they're fully impregnable. The spear nudges against her hands, its familiar weight begging to be used. She stares at it, runs a thumb across its worn groove. If you're going to die for something...

Alexa takes a deep breath, forces herself to slow down, forces her voice to stablize before she turns to Ramses. "I think I need to take a rain check on our fun. Someone is trying to kill my friend. Do you know where the kitchens are on this ship?"

It's a ridiculous guess, but if someone there hasn't spotted a helpful fuzzy friend, she'll eat her own cooking.

[If needed, that's an 8 on Talk Sense.]