It's an unfamiliar feeling, talking to Potter in such a fury. In the last few months, my dislike for him has almost completely dissipated, even reversed itself into its opposite. We have the same sense of humor, we worked well together, we agreed on most things. Today we don't and I let him feel it. I will not abandon Granger even if my life is at stake. And there's no way I'm going to sit in the command centre, staring at the lift and waiting for her to come back to me. Or waiting for her to come back at all, to be precise. Nope, and thank you very much.