It was too soon.  The recent events were to raw of wounds to even speak of but there she goes.  Demanding they talk this out.  A scuffed breath escapes his lips as he begrudgingly follows her a short distance.  Irritation present in every muscle of his body.  

Once she stops to turn and pace, he stops as well.  Standing solid and square.  Silver eyes narrowing on her restlessness.  She begins speaking and at least she knew she fucked up.  Though the admission does little to calm his nerves.  

Before he can speak, she is questioning him about the acts intentions.  With little more than I shrug of his shoulders, he waits for her to finish.  He did not know the purpose behind the incident or who's involvement was behind it. "If it had been Sabras will that led to the kidnapping I'm sure Kwartz would have not been involved.  I doubt she is that twisted," he says through his teeth. One could never be too sure of another's schemes. "Your irresponsibility could have cost our daughters life... I'd have expected better than this from you Krone," a shift in his weight began his movement to turn from where they stood and back towards the beaches.  "Guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree," his words were meant to sting just a little as he turned his back on her and began walking away...