[Price of course backs away as York menacingly comes closer. It's not fair, and he's still pretty sure they all only care about the leaderboard aka the only part of the project which was still not a crime. A toxic choice, maybe, but not illegal. They're only sorry about their inadequacy. If they actually care about the cause, they would have understood. He wishes he could tell them, but it's not the case. It's not worth it, not with the comparatively spineless one of the agents.]

You are not listening to me, Agent York. It's a shame that you don't have Delta with you anymore, he could have helped you with focusing.

[He also used to have a separate folder where he made more unofficial diagnoses, namely York himself being diagnosed with Basic Bitch Disease, but alas one of them had to be professional in that goddamn spaceship. It always had to be Price, and Price only. Everyone else - including but not limited to the Director - was always busy bitching for whatever reason, never appreciating him putting up with them, never even remembering his name, and now he has to get shooed again? And not even by someone he finds interesting?]

I hope for your own safety that you will bond with someone smart enough to understand that I am not the enemy. There are greater concerns approaching us, whether you punch me or not. [he turns around again, if York hits him now he will only look like a coward] Good luck, Agent York.