"I did tell you," Holly said as she reached the side, hooking an arm over the side so she could just stay there. It had the side effect of lifting her a little out of the water, so she shifted and instead sat on the top step, so Scott could use the corner of the pool. They were alone, thankfully, and the cameras here didn't record sound so that was a small blessing. "You've got some... personalities on your team."
Not that she could talk. Her team was filled with personalities too. Lucy might have been moved on but she had others that were just as difficult. Her saving grace was the few that actually wanted to work with her and understood what she was doing, her reasoning. The others she'd have to work with eventually. Danny - her newest one - was going to be a handful, but largely because she knew he'd need a lot of support and a lot of therapy to get better. If that was even possible.
"I know," she responded simply, splashing him. "I don't want to." They both knew the answer anyway; nightmares, memories of the war. And, in her case, the reignited awareness of just how large an empty bed was.