I think we all deserve a plethora of alcohol after the last grouping of worlds.

[ that much they can agree her, though his grumbling softens a little bit. ]

. . . I don't want to speak ill of her. [ for some obvious, and not-so-obvious reasons. ] But I don't think it's out of line to state that we cannot rely on her, and we can only rely on each other, when we arrive to these worlds. We need to alter our strategy to incorporate the idea that she cannot be relied on, whether it's her fault or not.