"What."

That's still all Joshua, despite the lack of the preceding announcement, and it's barely a question as it is.

"Uh," Graham says, blinking like he's reorienting himself. "Uh, G-Graham speaking: what, what do you mean nine—

"Joshua speaking: nine years is not acceptable. We have things to do, I have people I need to save." Joshua's voice doesn't raise, but a fresh, steely determination enters his tone.