Kijani stalled in her response as some strange voice cast over the intercom. No true captain would ever do something so rash. To Marcus, she responded while barely turning her head. "I am not leading. You are following." She gently adjusted one of her loose dreadlocks, twisting it around her fingertip. "I would continue my path to the bridge even if you weren't behind me. Perhaps you are simply subconsciously able to recognize the qualities of someone who is used to control." Now she did turn, her golden gaze casting an interested look backward at him. "Or perhaps you've been incarcerated so long that you've forgotten what a woman looks like, and are taking the time to refresh your memory." A low laugh bubbled from her lips. "Either way, you'll be behind me."