Prioritize. [That came out sharper than he meant it, and he pauses, reining himself in.] My apologies. There are others who would be better suited. Riddick. Malik. Thorne. Jules. To name only a few.

[Private, Protection 2]
I cannot be guaranteed to be sane or rational when you pull me from my infiltration, Armin. And I know myself well enough that it is likely I would be terrified nigh out of my wits. [A little self-loathing? Maybe. Irritation, certainly.] Fetch the others first.

[Sigh.] I am not very good company at present, though I suppose I could wear a track in your floor just as easily as my own.