... Had to make a point to whoever was left. Anyway, it's over now.

[ No amount of arguing was going to make anyone remember anything, Dante excluded, and as rockheaded as Heathcliff can be, he knows how to put down a fight that he's done with.

Heathcliff stares at her for a second, scowling. ]

If it's a choice between finding whatever the hell's keeping this Singularity propped and your headband, I ain't makin' promises. But if we're stuck here anyhow...

[ ... A long suffering sigh. His arm goes limp in Ishmael's grip in surrender. ]

Well? Out with it, then. How do we get it back? Is that a sex thing too?