It took Vance an extra few seconds to get his head back on straight, hands clenched before he was able to let out a breath and loosen his fists. He shook his head, turning away from the mirrors and trying not to think about Stamford and his father and MVP and all the people he'd failed because he just wasn't...enough.

He cleared his throat as he followed Hal. "No, wasting time seems like a bad idea. I wish we had some idea of what we're going to face down here."