"Yeah, well, I bet she worries about you, too." York leans against the bar, rubbing idly at a spot on its surface with a rage. "Maybe she wanted to keep an eye on you, too."

She can't imagine what it's like back home, now. She's been gone almost a year -- probably declared KIA by the UNSC at this point. Did her family have the news, by now? Her dad would be furious, probably.

"It's good you two have each other here," she adds, smiling at Benji. "I think you're both pretty lucky."