[Oh, no... His usual levels of exuberance falters a little - rather, he falters a little - when he sees that. The kettle whistles; he pulls it off and sets it to the side before turning to face her again.]

...I'm sorry, Escha. I would tell you right now if I could. And if anything comes of it, I will as soon as I can. It's not that I don't trust you or that I don't want to say anything.

[He wants to make that clear, at least. He doesn't trust anyone in this camp more than he trusts the people from his ship. He adores them and would do anything at all for Escha, Taako, Tonbokiri and Dick, as long as it's within his power to do so. It leaves a bitter taste to think that any of them might believe he wouldn't, even in small ways.]