Dove listens to the reply, hunching his shoulders down low, before the call ends. He reaches for the hatch, but hesitates, glancing back at you. "If you left now, you could just... throw me into a wall and go."
You stare back at him, raising your eyebrows fractionally.
A look of mild panic comes into Dove's voice. He says, his voice dropping to a hissing whisper: "You know this isn't right, don't you? He didn't tell me what, but it's going to be bad."
You're a little surprised and impressed at the warning. You hadn't previously thought that Dove had the spine to risk so much, let alone for your sake. "I have my duty," you tell him.