[she seems. . . extremely satisfied with that response]

Tres bien. That's how I feel.

[she straightens her shoulders, standing firm, chin tilted up]

If I was capable of staring death in the face and fighting it with all of my might, then whatever secrets Red may have told you. . . I can weather those, as well.

If you can't tell me, that's acceptable. But I'll only go ask her myself afterwards.