Sleep isn’t the problem. It’s all those damn tests they’re putting him through. They’re ruining him - like hell it isn’t my place to talk about it! If someone’s going to ask and listen, then I’ll damn well complain until something is done about it. I thought you of all people would appreciate a friendly ear.

Fugitives from what? The law? Which law are you talking about? America’s? Or IRIS’s? Because last I checked, aliens are humanity’s dirty little secret. No one knows about us, and we aren’t bound by Earth’s customs, so who gave IRIS the right to judge us?

You seem to assume that aliens are incapable of feeling anything. Cob’s done a lot to help me survive in that hole, and if risking my ass will save his, then that’s just fine with me. Haven’t you ever had one person in your life you’d do just about anything for? You know what? Save it. Probably not. You lab coats are all the same. Married to the job, no time to grow a heart, unless it’s in a test tube.