We can't stop him doing whatever he wants planetside.

[ Straining over one of the armrests to breathe, he nods along with Bones to show he's fine, just fine. Physically and otherwise. (He isn't, panic clogs his veins much like the Augmented blood being rejected.) Skittering through their options, there's a distinct lack of tactics at their disposal. ]

If his time-line's further on he's going to be livid, he'll think we killed his crew. Nothing will stop him hunting our people down. What do we have to offer him? Anonymity, maybe, but he could get that by killing us off.

Fuck. [ Hands come up either side of his skull, running through his hair. ] I need to think.