[ Suddenly, horribly, she's grateful that James is bedridden at this particular moment. Maintaining her composure is only possible with distance, both physical and emotional, and she manages that by staying just out of his reach. It twists that knife further, certainly, but it's that or break apart again, perhaps so thoroughly that she can't put the pieces back together again. No, there's only one thing he could possibly do to help her, and it's the one thing she can't ask from him, he can only give it to her himself. ]

I had a... visitor. I'll fill you in when the captain arrives, but in the meantime, there are things you... need to know, in order to understand the full context of... [ Her words are as stiff as her movements while she activates the lightweight PADD and holds it out for his reaching hand to take. The file open on the screen is a formal summary of the crimes of Khan Noonien-Singh, the monster from whom she'd received her cursed genetics and her name. ]

Please, James. Just read it.