"What thing? The taking care of civilians thing?"

Vas pops the berry into her mouth, thinking on what he might mean by that. The being stuck without reinforcements part, certainly. And even the part about having some measure of authority, but... she turns that thought around and sends it back to the recesses of her mind from whence it came. This isn't Zangarmarsh, and she's not an Exarch. Things don't have to go like they did back then.