He'd just effectively shared one of his driving philosophies with her and it was just dismissed like the fleeting dreams of a child. Yet they were all humans aboard the ship and he wasn't able to give into reflex and slug her. Especially not when he didn't know her name, though already the kind of person her actions described her as was getting on his nerves.

Casually he draws his shades from his waistband and slips them on, his expression shifting as his eyes narrowed slightly behind the crimson plastic. Kamina doesn't look at her, his gaze still out on the horizon before he speaks up again.

"Call it what you will. But it's that power that forces the Ganmen we've stolen to work for us -it's how we run 'em!" He pauses to gesture toward the ship around, "I'm pretty sure it's even how this damn ship works too! Guts and spirit's what makes shit work in this world!"