Erin shrugs, a little distantly. "It's no one's place to tell you how to handle your shit unless you ask us to, SecUnit. Even then...the kindest of friends can still be wrong. They can overstep, they can have bad information, they can just not get it. No one and nothing can ever fully, wholly, truly know anyone or anything else. We're all just prisoners behind our own eyes, doing the best we can. When you tell me who you are, the polite thing to do is believe you. That people aren't meeting that as a bare minimum is...enraging...to me. But it's also not my place to step in unless you ask."