Species of Sociopaths

Galatea could see a physiological response in the steward, her heartbeat  and breathing slowed, she was becoming calmer. Galatea found it curious  how quickly the human-mind latched onto even the faintest hope of  survival. The odds of any of them surviving the night were incredibly  low, her odds weren't much better. She would need to salvage as many of  them as possible if she had any hope of surviving until a rescue ship  could be dispatched. If it was dispatched immediately a rescue airship  could take several days to reach them in this remote area. She would  have to give the humans the thing they called 'hope,' she would need to  lie to them.