He gives York a sharp look, and he's very glad that he has his helmet on so that he can hide his expression. "Why? Why would you agree to that? We don't know... I don't know what kind of effect the... suggestions Charon gave us will have while we're here." Still can't call it what it is. The word sticks in his throat. "What if the Chairman manages to activate something?"

He didn't think that he knew everything they'd done to his head. Why would they tell him everything?

He looks at Carolina, a pleading look, before he starts pacing, agitated now that he's trapped again, with York as collateral.