Hi. He doesn't mind her sitting there, gives her a sympathetic 'yeah me too' sort of look. If he knew her at all he'd pat her back.

"It could be back where you were last, yeah. I hope that's where my shit is. Most of it, anyway.... and no." York glances up towards the door, at the Cetagandan guard there, and shakes his head again. "They don't know anything more than we do, really, I've been working in the wormhole lab and they're not even sure how to get it open. The theory is if they can, they can send us back home."