[He holds up a hand, his fingers half-extended in mute protest, but the words don't come out. She's right. Like always. Given everything they've seen, here, and back home, the "impossible" is sort of nonexistent.]
I... yeah.
[Once more he falls quiet. Once more he glances over at her.]
no subject
I... yeah.
[Once more he falls quiet. Once more he glances over at her.]
Then... what's your take on it?
[All of it.]