( He smells terrible. Really. Mia startles, something she turns into a dry laugh. )

One war into another? You're not getting the prettiest picture of human history.

( She can appreciate the intent, but she's stood on her own for a long time now. She thinks briefly of Diego, closing her eyes as she pats Sharpe's arm. It's one form of reassurance as she turns and pulls herself away, looking to pace the rooftop between where they stood and the bulk of the elevator's top pulleys and cableworks. )

I don't think I'll be much for sleeping tonight. But thank you.