Anderson hadn't been kidding when she said the Empire underutilized her talents; this is what she'd trained for, even more than psi-exams. High pressure, life-threatening situations with complicated decisions that need to be made on the fly.

She's not doing this for thanks, but she can't say she doesn't appreciate it, and it takes some of the sting out of the sense of his mind going muffled with the abruptness of a door closing. Anderson visibly startles for a moment before she recovers, proving it had an effect. She's surprised he has that skill; it gives her an uncomfortable reminder of her COs cross-examining her, scary bitches that they are, but Anderson's not going to protest a temporary ally maintaining their privacy. It doesn’t feel disturbing to her senses the way the mind control does.

"Think you can handle pretending to be this guy?" She returns to the unconscious form on the floor and starts prying his helmet off. "I can walk us right out of here."

The uncertainty's bled off now. All that's left is a vicious sense of satisfaction that she's through being used. Good thing there's no one for her to leave behind, and nothing of value. Judges have nothing to lose by design, and she's using it to her advantage here.

"I'll check whether your ship is compromised on the way out."