"You're a cold-blooded asshole," Skye snaps in frustration.

I want to tell her that yes, I am a cold-blooded asshole, that her confirming that status won't change my mind on the waves of refugees filling Old Tucson. We've been negotiating on the timeline for integrating old Tucson into Sanctuary, and how to handle the refugees while they wait for our plan to unfold. She objects to the terms I've laid out for accepting some of her precious refugees into Sanctuary. Thinks 200 ...