"I know," he mentioned. "I got a good...perspective," he admitte4d, rubbing at the back of his neck. Ira had picked him up, interestingly enough, and that had been something. He could see for miles from there, and he'd watched the battleships tear things apart, and there was never anything like it. Even from the perspective that they had, in the future...

Well, it was never easy to see people get outclassed that greatly, was it?

"We'll find a way, won't we? Hopefully once Samara's back, she'll have...something. Maybe she'll get some information while she's trapped. Overhear something, or maybe see something."

They could always hope, after all.