"Unless you want to follow me around and tell me who everyone is and how I feel about them so that I don't trip over my memory, I think you've done more than enough," Joan answers, not quite crisp, but somewhat abashed by the physical affection from a stranger.

She sighs quietly, trying to find the presence of mind she's used to having but Nairobi is always volatile and she's having a difficult time reconciling the relatively peaceful present on this island and the frenetic pace of the station.

"I do wish I had work to offer you." Has she been developing him as an asset? She really doesn't know. "I'm sorry."