[ She glances down at her feet. He's right. And he hadn't even seen the multiple melt downs she'd had in tactical trying to track him down.

The furrow of her brow deepens as he speaks, and she tightens the cross of her arms before lifting her head to look up at him again. ]

What do you want me to say? That the mission didn't really matter until you went missing? That it scared the hell out of me when I thought you weren't coming back?