She nods emphatically. That's right that's so right. Stupid Director and his stupid AIs and his stupid experiments. "You know, when we first met? You know I got shot when I came here, right? It's because of what I do later, because of that experiment."

So the Director's experiment effected her in a pocket dimension years before she actually did anything. She takes a deep breath and lets it out in a huff before throwing back the rest of her drink and pouring them both another. Was he not finished yet? Oh well he's getting topped off.

"So ... my ... so, she--" South was suddenly aware that she didn't really know what to call Carolina anymore. The separation of a week has helped, but the niggling details of time and intention kept getting in the way. The alcohol wasn't helping. "Carolina, the -- she's number two. She suggested we might be able to change fate if we're sent back. Do you think it's possible?