She's too grateful for his presence to smack him at the moment, but she does roll her eyes. "Was I not clear enough?"

But fine, she'll answer the question. "I don't feel hopeless anymore."

Because she did. By the end of her month on the Clipper, she couldn't see any way out of it short of disappearing back to her death. She didn't want that, but it was starting to feel better than the drawn out alternative.