He found it interesting that she had the audacity to glare at him when so few were able to. Everyone tended to act as if he were a bomb about to go off or would be frightened of him. Others were abusive to keep him in line, but few people ever glare at him, let alone weapons like himself who tended to keep their distance from him altogether. He only ran the missions with them but often had objectives of his own so didn't spend that much time with them.

No, she didn't have to answer and she clearly was going to resist answering. There were other ways of finding out the answer.

Before she could bolt, he turned away walking to the side panel next to the door for communication with command. He was allowed to use it for requests and to ask mission specific questions. Others tended to use it to lock doors or request backup. He pressed the button to announce himself.

"A clone is refusing an order. My clone, I think. I require clarification."