Lee's all packed, he hasn't grabbed as much as Kara. A good bottle of whisky for the old man and other essentials. His stomach is churning.

He looks over to Kara and sighs. "You know there's going to be ten kinds of hell to go through when we get back?"

He's gotten used to Kara being his and with them going back he can't help worry that she's going to disappear on him.