[It takes her tired, slowass brain a few seconds to put together the fact that he's looking to her for advice, and in the interim, in this exhausted haze, she sort of just stares at him.

(Or. Well. Faces his general direction.)]

You're not going to die. Okay? We're going to get through this.

[She manages to sound a lot more confident than she's feeling, which is that she's fucking dying. But once upon a time, she was going to take leadership of Red Team and lead them all to victory. She knows a thing or two about faking it.]

I know it's a tempting idea. But it's also a really dangerous one! Sure, you might get some sleep, but you might also get killed.