On the lip of the tube, her hands twitched as he struggled upward, thwarted desire to help against the way he was watching that was very obviously not wanting help. So she watched him back just as closely instead,

and then her eyebrows went up.

And then jerked back down.

"Voltron?" its part question and part flat response, as if he's expecting her to be stupider than she appreciates the implications of. The Explorer hasn't been in this section of space for very long but they always trawl for radio chatter. Her hands do lift but its because her arms cross over her chest.

"The kid's show?"