[Indifference. Is that better or worse than flat-out incompetence? An argument could be made for either, yet somehow this still doesn't surprise him.
She has the air of someone whose flexibility with a situation reaches an extreme that makes Weir uncomfortable.]
I hate not knowing what will happen, yes. The sort of true danger we could be in. How long we will be here, or if there is a way back home at all. What they plan to do with us.
How can you be indifferent to that?
Aren't you at least angry? Afraid? Something, anything?
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She has the air of someone whose flexibility with a situation reaches an extreme that makes Weir uncomfortable.]
I hate not knowing what will happen, yes. The sort of true danger we could be in. How long we will be here, or if there is a way back home at all. What they plan to do with us.
How can you be indifferent to that?
Aren't you at least angry? Afraid? Something, anything?