The tea had long since been made; any brief onset of panic had long since been beaten back. Ender just took a cup of the stuff and offered it to Karla, his eyes going from her to Ben's face.

"I'm not the one who just got sliced up," he said succinctly. "How about you?"

Not that he didn't care about Karla's well-being, too, but mentioning that would too easily distract Ben again. Instead, she'd get that tea.