He raises an eyebrow. From the gesture, he can assume she understood why he decided to argue tooth and nail over something he never meant to care so strongly about. More the principle, really. Any intentions he had to help save them and defeat their common enemy got lost when they decided he couldn't be trusted. It's convenient that they're on their own ship with only enough people to keep it moving, with people who can stand to be in his company.

It isn't until he's reaching for the bottle that it occurs to him that she wasn't speaking through the pendant. His expression softens, and he's quiet for a beat or two as he stares at her. Then he shrugs as he takes a drink and lets his gaze grow distant.

"I should have guessed that you were Italian." He might not have a perfect accent, but he's clearly fluent and has no trouble understanding her. It isn't Emilia's fault that it instantly makes him miss someone who isn't here with him, but it goes a long way to distract him from his anger.