It's not all the same to him, and he is not inclined to get into why. Ultimately, he can and will control himself. It's the discomfort of doing so, that he would like to avoid. The irrational urge inside him is not a lone whisper. Hap is at the whim of other, larger forces, just by being here.

He takes a chance on a logical appeal. She didn't lose her temper at the Rubean. Her demeanor is sturdy, no blame or fright in her eyes.

"Neither did I, but weigh the odds." He gesticulates with an upturned, open palm. "We could be looking for God knows how long, with no guarantee we'll come up with anything."