Connie snorts, "Yeaaah. It's the first thing he called me when I got here."

It's easy enough to understand why he'd want to bury the past and everything Freelancer left them to carry. She dips her head in a quiet nod, "I got it."

And then she snorts again, this time with a shake of her head as she slips her hand out of his so she can lean her torso on the bed beside him, her chin perched on top of her crossed arms.

"Noooo, no. I'm. I'm not ready for that many lives in my hands." Not again, not so soon.