[York's face goes absolutely white at that (not that it's tanned much anyway, being in a helmet all day, but it goes even whiter). It's like he's just seen an AI a ghost.]

I looked for you for months! I scanned every single goddamn frequency there was. I spend weeks in the snow looking for any sign of you. And what was there? Nothing. No sign you'd ever survived that fall, no fucking news from you at all.

Hell, every time I heard about a female Freelancer on the radio I'd be thrilled, but you know who it always was? Who was always causing trouble after you left and they could never catch up with?

Don't you fucking tell me I never looked. You don't know shit about what I was doing.