He makes one short trip back to his own room to grab some stuff, dressed in his sweat pants and one of York's shirts. Grabs what he needs and then wraps himself back up in York's bed, a movie playing on the tablet.

On his own tablet, he starts to compile his files. Every scrap of information he has on Charon, on the Feds, on the Counsellor. All the official stuff is easy. The less legit stuff takes a bit more work, but he manages it. Supplements it all with his own notes, observations, anything that might be useful to York when he-

It'll have to be the communications. If he can get those working again, get rid of the dampening, then that makes a lot of things much easier. He can take Charon's mercenaries if he can surprise them. As long as Carolina isn't there then it should be fine.

The last bit is a recording. A confession. An apology. A last will and testament. Whatever.

Locks it all down with his own encryption, saves it to a hard drive that slides over the back of one of the dogtags he still wears. Wipes the tablet. Just in case.

He's drowsing, half asleep as he watches a movie when York returns with dinner.