"Don't say such cruel things." River looked away, then, the hurt evident. York or not, hearing those words come with such a familiar voice was painful. She didn't seem to want to give up the chip either. His name was Delta -- not "that thing." And he was the last remaining vestige of logic in this room.
She looked down at the keyring on the floor and picked it up, holding it awkwardly against her breast. River backed up against the door, a breath away from fleeing and letting them work out the situation themselves.