"Don't discount instinct, Mr. Kylah. Rangin and T'Var went to see the doctor--I'll confirm he's still keeping new spores on hold. I was thinking we give you a good 5 or so minute lead on us, Mr. Kylah--and that asking where Fastolfe had gone to if he has left the house and then having to ah, you know make a pilgrimage to his august location would only add to game here. Of course, we'll be tracking your location and we'll be there on foot or via transporter in a hot minute--"
He pauses, wondering how to respond to her expression of doubt about her performance. "You're doing fine" doesn't feel exactly right, as he's not concerned about her abilities but is still bothered by the ambiguity about the previous night and worry she's too quick to put herself in danger. "I have full confidence in your abilities--just, ah, remember, Ensign, 'peaceful cooperation' here is a means to an end, not an end in itself." He lowers his voice. "You ah, don't take any unnecessary risk on yourself alone, OK."
Once again he's glad his thoughts are his own, as when he says 'peaceful cooperating is a means to an end' it calls to mind a long list of cases where that approach failed. He blinks for a moment, staring at remembered weapons discharges against his eyelids. Weapons free. Return fire. Light 'em up!...Buildings, ships, people... He realizes he can't come up with a firm number for every firefight or use of force he's been a part of, but realizes he could probably come up with one by digging into Starfleet records...then thinks maybe he'd rather not remind himself of any he's managed to forget.