The machinery... [ he repeats in a flat tone and a vacant expression – not out of any disbelief, but the recurring problem he has with technology and how it never seems to work. arriving here with a mobile with no signal, a tablet that didn't work and now a machine interfering with his memories. ] Of course it would be the bloody thing responsible for all this. Heeey, come and fight in this rebellion again, it's not like you need those memories or have anything, oh I don't know, important to do back home.

[ john huffs in exasperation, but manages to reel his irritation back within himself. it wasn't her fault and it was unfair she was getting the brunt of this. ]

Sorry.