'Dammit, Heather, why are you still here?' The message was sent telepathically and had a long-suffering urgency to it. He wasn't angry but he was very, very worried. Why don't they ever listen?
He returned his attention to Murdoch. "You met me before. You think I'm the kind of guy to make shit up to make you feel better? Hell, I'm not your therapist or your mum. I do think you deserve better than this hand-maiden to the starts crap." He met Will Murdoch's eyes. "And I mean that. So, yeah. If there's something I can do for you I'll do it."