Sam felt his own blood boil at the idea of letting one of those Jettise near his girlfriend and his child. Frak, his child. He was going to be a father. It had been something he'd wanted in a vague sort of way for most of his adult life, before finding out what he really was put an abrupt end to that dream. Or so he'd thought.
"Ok, so do you want to ask Claire, or did you want me to ask?" Claire was possibly one of the people he trusted the most in this city, apart from Mirta herself obviously.
He couldn't help the slight smile at the way her protective streak suddenly reared up. "Now there's the Mando I know and love," he said quietly before he leaned in to kiss her. "I guess we are. We'll be ok. We will. All of us."