Ugh— [ There's a full second between Agnieszka knocking the fruit out of her hand and the word poison sinking in, and for that second Dom looks prepared to throw a punch. Then her annoyance shifts gears, gaze dropping to the fruit that's still rolling gently across the metal planks. ]

Seriously? You're figuring this out after we kill ourselves getting crates of the junk?

[ Which isn't particularly generous. But it's been a long day, and her stomach's absolutely wrecked from hunger, and given a beat to reconsider her response: ]

I mean, thanks. [ A beat. ] And I'm not saying you're a liar, don't get me wrong, but— why didn't the scans pick that up planet-side?