So much for distraction tactics. "I brought you here because you need to take a break," he says, meeting her gaze. "I've seen what happens when people as smart as you obsess over tragedy. You don't rest, you hit the same data over and over until your eyes cross, you get tired, and you convince yourself that desperate decisions are the right ones." And occasionally you get government funding and ruin the lives of forty-nine people in your care, though there's very little chance of Pidge managing that here. "I'm trying to keep you from doing that to yourself. If you want to look at the data again, fine, but do it with fresh eyes. Give yourself a chance to rest first."

From the bed, DC yowls. There's two people in here and neither of them are paying any attention to him and that's just rude.