[Hanna frowns down at his communicator, waiting for a message. He doesn't look up at Arthur as he speaks, but he is listening. His thumb continues to brush against the screen slowly as he waits.]

It's...I mean, that's not exactly why I'm mad. Sure, I have a problem with people suddenly vanishing, it's fucking traumatizing, but I don't like the idea of jerking someone vulnerable around like that. Is he here? Is he not? Does he have a stable warden? Does he not? Did she get transferred and now he's back? Did she vanish? And now he's still here?

That's fucked up. And if I can blame both him and the ship for it, I will. David- [There's a soft ping as he gets a message back. Roger that, John Connor. You're a go. he stares at it a moment, swallows.]

Henry deserves to be treated better than that and I can do fuck all to change any of it. So I'm mad, and I'm here, as long as the ship and the Admiral will keep me in their slippery fingers. But it sucks when I can't promise I'll be here, because maybe I won't. And if he does move in with me, maybe the same thing will happen and I'll go, and he'll lose his space again.

There goes the floor. And no one can do anything about it.