"Bath, please, then we can discuss kicking his ass when he gets here-"

A pat on the head, and Darcy then immediately wipes her hand on her pant leg.

"Look-" and the logic comes smoothly for the first time in a long time, "if we lost, then we wouldn't be here, because we'd all be gone with the Captain. I don't... remember what happened, but we have to have won. We have to. C'mon, I need you to

take a breath for me."

And something in the words will make Ava's head feel clearer, somehow.