"I think you should." Joan's hand rests on his chest as she reaches behind her to set her wine glass down and out of the way. "I know you weren't ready to retire and that we'd planned to fight it all together, but we can hardly do nothing and wait to be returned home." She frowns and watches her hand move against his chest. "If we ever will. Now that you've been here awhile, what do you make of it, Arthur?"