Don't be an idiot, Graham, nothing is going to keep us from getting back to Red Camp. You know what I'm capable of.

"And you know we both have no idea what we're getting into here," Graham points out.

Doesn't matter. Give me a day and— stop. Graham's body stills again, even though technically he was barely moving. He's just sitting there letting us argue with each other.

Graham looks at Detective Sousa, and a new sort of dread crawls through their body.

"It's, it's not what you're probably thinking," he says, lifting a placatory hand.