For now Bryn's still in the camp of 'polish off your food and move on to the next thing'. She's slowed down, however, taking in Han's apparent discomfort... and shooting a questioning look at Ghost when he speaks up. For some reason the little bot seems like he's paying more attention to her when the captain's answering, like he's expecting a reaction besides understanding.

He's quick to look back when she meets his optic though, making an offer that might explain the question. "Well, maybe we can offer some assistance next time. Not to brag, but there are very few files I can't get access to. Or doors I can't open."

"Are you... supposed to do that?" Bryn frowns, setting down her spoon. She assumed her little friend was a tactical AI, but he's starting to sound something much more. And as much as she likes the idea of helping Han (provided he wants it), it's not the kind of thing she'd expect a military AI to take an interest in. Too personal. She's not even sure what he's suggesting would be legal.

Ghost blinks, then assures her, "Absolutely! ...As long as it's in a good cause."

And provided his Guardian agrees, but he foresees no issues there.