Her lips twitch into a self-depreciating grimace. "Back on Vulcan," she says, mentioning her home as a young adult, "That usually meant I was in trouble."

She squeezes his arm once more before dropping her hand. She fidgets a bit to remove bits of tension in her neck and shoulders.

And she hopes he doesn't say something that will bring Ishara more to mind that this whole situation has, but - Well, this isn't about her...mostly. She does miss aspects of Data she perceives as "healthy," that feel as if they diminished after Lore's presence.

Maybe she's wrong? That happens frequently enough.

After processing all that through she nods to him. "All right, proceed with the hypothetical."