"A few days," she repeats, trying not to sound doubtful. She doesn't have a ton of reasons to trust Childe, but she doesn't have any firm ones not to, either, and she wants to trust her. The soldier in her recognizes authority, needs its approval to feel secure in herself. "Okay, I can live with that. Thank you."

It's still not ideal, but it's a timeframe. Something she can hold the other woman to. In exchange, she decides to offer at least some of the information Childe's looking for, as she lowers her hand back to the table.

"My name's Adora. I'm from the planet Etheria, but I wasn't there before all of this happened." She sighs. "I don't know the name of the planet I was on, or if it even has one, just that there wasn't anything in our ship's database. We were there to refuel so we could finish our mission. A lot of people are depending on me — on us — so I understand your position. I'm a leader, too. Or was. It's complicated."

No mention of Prime, or the fact that said mission gained a new level of personal importance recently. The former is something she'll have to address eventually, but the latter is for her to agonize over in private. Just like everything to do with Catra in the past three years.