Oh. Oh, if she came from a time after the phrase 'mansplaining' was invented, she'd be shoving it right down his throat in that moment. Instead, she set her jaw until she felt her molars settle into each other's divots, mindful not to clench too tightly for the sake of her fillings, and breathed slow and steady through her nose while he rode out his little rant.

When he gave her a pause long enough to speak, she opened her mouth slowly to get that little telltale thk as her tongue dislodged from the roof of her mouth. He was edging the line from egotistical into rude, and that didn't bode well for either of them. She kept her tone carefully polite, hovering on the edge of that distinctly Southern disdain she was so in danger of plummeting into.

"Oh, I see. So your list of priorities is qualified enough to be well-coordinated and planned for the needs of a community you've set foot in and done recon on for - what was it? Maybe twenty-four hours? We don't live in the caves, Dr. Riley, and the majority of the folk here have been here a good deal longer than you and I. I took it on myself to make introductions, and I'm sure it'll be a pleasant surprise t' you that several of them have specialized in certain fields to help develop and rebuild things ... and I did hear the words 'medical' and 'agricultural' mentioned specifically. I'd suspect they take a bit more of a socialist view than a communist one." She paused, wanting to throw in one last dig, but thinking she should be gracious and give him a chance to correct his slight first.