[There is something decidedly impolite about this whole situation probably the fact that it’s sorta a ‘I need someone and you’ll do’ situation. Okay it is a lot more than that but he is clinging to that one.]

Great. My choices are possibly freeze to death in my sleep because your cycle is out of whack or have my fir-

[Nope. Not admitting that to Quire.]

I am so not doing joint missions ever again. There’s no getting around the logical choice here.