Put Lime down hard. She needs to learn.

As soon as Lime meets your eyes you give her a hard slap across the face. She hisses in pain and surprise and looks like she's about to speak but you silence her with a sharp gesture, keeping your voice under control only because shouting would alarm E-19 even further.

"Don't say a word. You fucked up bad, Junior. This is a delicate situation and you put your own needs ahead of the Futarchy and that is not acceptable. If I didn't need you for this assignment you would be out of here this second. You have one more chance - one! - to show me that you're worth trusting. Now make this right!"

Lime's face shows one expression after the other as you speak, shifting between outrage, shame, wounded pride, and a dozen others.