"Died on a rock doing something stupid- I'm just Taylor." Or Locksmith or shades of Sgt Murray that are still uncomfortable to pull on after having hung up those habits for so damn long. Too much death tied up in that-

Too much death tied up in Agent York and Agent Carolina.

The shuttle's small but he could, in theory, find somewhere to hide. Probably. Maybe. "Casey-"

And it always feels a little off, calling her that. Her name, sure, but for so damn long she was three syllables, lilting and sharp and vicious and beautiful- not two and calm and settling. "This is complicated."

When is it not? Christ.