She shrugs. "I'm a soldier, Trax, and you're in charge of this mission, Trax. You order me to stay on Karvis, I'll stay. But I'm not going to be happy about it. Look, order me to stay if you want to. But on Karvis, I'm a minor cog in a big machine. I can't make much of a difference there. Sure, cogs are important. The machine cannot run without them. I get that. But if I go with you, I have a chance to make a real difference. I have a chance to matter - to make a real contribution to our fight by helping to keep you alive.
"Look, I've known for a long time now that I was most likely going to end up dead in an unmarked shallow grave. That comes with the territory in my line of work, and if that's what my people need from me, I do it gladly. But if that's going to happen to me anyway, I'd rather it be doing something important."
She pauses for a moment. "I get that you don't think you matter. But take it from someone who has seen what an effect you have on the men, you matter way more than you know. Just the morale boost the soldiers get from having you on our side has saved a hundred lives, at least. You're just going to have to trust me on that. So if my dying helps you make it back to Karvis to pick up that fight, and keep those minds and hears motivated, then I'd be glad to do it."
She shrugs again. "That's my case. When we're done with Doha, do what you will. Send me back or let me come with you. It's up to you."