‘Flamebringer’ doesn't draw a reaction, it’s hardly the weirdest name she’s ever heard. As she’s leading him out, she can offer only a lazy shrug to his question, it doesn't sound like an accusation at least of being the janitor. “No. The plants are murderous. There’s little else to do but kill them at the moment.”

They cross over and though he stops she does not, continuing a slow measured pace away. Given their disparate heights, he could catch up to her in moments, so she calls over her shoulder. “No one is forcing you to. I am returning to the common areas of the ship.”

She doesn't provide the question of ‘Why’ with a response, not having one herself. There’s simply no reason not to, after all.