[The hand on his shoulder registers more than her words at first. Just let him process all this, so many things at once, just give him a second. His hands fall from his face and he nods. When he speaks, his voice is dangerously low.]

These science fucks can't leave shit alone. Always playing god where we can't see and takin' things that don't belong to them. Took Party before, right outta my arms, and I couldn't--

[He couldn't stop it. Tentatively, his arms wrap around Anna's waist and he pulls her close, whispering into her hair.] They could take you right now and I couldn't do fuck all. Could take Jet Star, and where would I be?