He's just about beyond even noticing her analyzing his moves, some part of him aware that sooner or alter she's going to turn the tables, the rest of him well and truly unable to give a shit about that. All that matters is the honest anger she's pulled out of him, raining down blows on this stranger who dares dig up the past and make him confront the ghost of George Kirk, the man he never met, whose shadow has hung over him since he was born.

"Twelve minutes of glory. Eight hundred lives saved. But he couldn't even kill the bastard!"