Well that's about all she can do to make him comfortable, considering. She smiles at him, grabs a book of her own, and then gets to reading. This is just a quick trip, she will keep an eye on the sensors and comm, but otherwise not worry about it. Read, read read.
She turns on the comm. "This is Adana Sanders, on a routine trip to Harmony, what can I do for you?"
Sensors say she is not going to run into anything, which isn't really surprising. It's space, you typically don't run into things in space. Just a ship. Maybe they need help?
Cam is frowning now.
".... Er. Why do you need that? Are you in an emergency situation? My shuttle isn't really equipped for helping but I can certainly try. Or go off to get help, if your comm isn't reaching anyone you need."
The comm makes a displeased noise. It's having some trouble making routine pings to other destinations.
Cam's tail is lashing nervously.
... Oh. Oh.
Shit.
"Is it the sort of emergency where I start telling you that I have absolutely nothing of value? Because I don't!"
The ship is approaching in a leisurely sort of fashion, but they're outfitted in a manner that indicates she won't have much luck trying to outmaneuver them.
"I have no idea what you're - what you're talking about," she says, voice shaking a little. Damn her inability to lie, that wasn't even remotely convincing.
The ship sidles closer.
"Might wanna hang onto something, docking can be tricksy. And don't make a run for it, you wouldn't want me to miss with the clamp and decompress you."
Cam's tail is swishing very insistently.
There is no way to - relax a binding. It's not possible. It is either on or it is off, there is no in-between once it's been set without dismissing and resummoning. Which she does not have time for. If she removes the binding entirely, then - then Cam can just do - whatever he wants. She's not even sure that he won't kill her if he gets the freedom to do so, let alone not kill other people. He will probably not actually kill her, considering how she has been nice to him, but there is nothing protecting the pilot of the other ship. Adana doesn't want people to die, even when they're - threatening a killswitch in her head.
"M-My brother is - you have absolutely no idea just how badly he will hurt you if you stick a killswitch in me," she says, because she does not want to give away that she has a demon in her shuttle with her that she can unleash at anytime.
'Are you going to kill anyone,' she mouths, desperately to Cam.
There's a noise as the other ship suctions itself to the little shuttle's door.
Cam can't even nod or shake his head.
Adana weighs risk levels, in her head. Definite risk of killswitch, and then whatever she will be forced to do on threat of killswitch, versus letting a demon loose. She doesn't know enough variables, she can't tell if it's worth it or not - how much damage could Cam do to the solar system? Would he be undismissable, would someone have to kill her in order to send him back to Hell? (No. The answer is no. Because she would kill herself before they got to her.)
She's shivering. She doesn't know what to do. "Please don't do this," she begs the other ship.
There is the noise of forcible door opening.
Cam's tail is going insane and his wings are clenched very tightly to his back.
Demon, or killswitch? Demon, or what she will have to do with a killswitch in her? Obviously the ship's captain doesn't have any sort of morals to weigh him down. She doesn't know what she'd be asked to do. She has a few ideas, but she doesn't like any of them. Adana doesn't like letting a demon loose either, not while she's still not completely sure that he won't go on a spree of - terribleness.
The door falls off its hinges.
"Hi, darling. Aww, you have a demon today too. I knew you'd be useful, not like those uptight summoners who won't touch anything besides fairies and angels even on pain of death."
Cam draws breath fast enough to sound almost like a hiss.
"What - why do you need a demon...?" she whispers, backing away as far as she can go, but it isn't far enough. "What are you going to make me do?"
Cam's fingernails make a scratching noise on the arm of the chair he is still sitting in.
Between the devil (ha) that she does know, and the devil she doesn't, she will take the one she knows the most about. If he starts going rogue she is right there, if she has good reflexes she can maybe put him back in Hell before he does any harm to anyone but her attacker. She does not put her hands on her head, nor does she turn around. What she does do, is look at Cam pleadingly, murmurs quietly, "Please don't kill anyone," and then snaps the binding.
"Thank fuck," says Cam, as the surprised attacker is encased in a thick sphere of various layered materials with very small airholes. "I thought you were going to let her - I'm going to go check to see if she was alone -" He stalks into the other ship, tail lashing, wings trailing behind him.
"... Oh thank god," breathes Adana, when the surprised attacker is encased rather than killed. "I was scared you'd - go rogue or - or kill people. You're not going rogue? Right? Please?"
"None of that, no," he assures her. The other ship is small enough that his check doesn't take long; the lady was a soloist. "Nobody else in there," he says, stepping back into the little shuttle. "It's okay, you're okay," he murmurs.
She decides to cease standing and sinks to the floor in relief. "... That was fucking terrifying. Fuck is the gag and - super bind a stupid, stupid idea. I should - I should not announce my name to strangers now that I am famous on account of space station," she whimpers in a rush.
Cam drops to his knees next to her and hugs her.
"It's okay, you're fine, I got you."