There's nothing to be sorry for. [He shrugs, rubbing the back of his head as he starts to pace around her room.] I don't know. Until I - I mean, until you get a look at your file, you won't know.

But there's no file until you have a warden. [And now he's crossing his arms, turning to look at her, and it's like he's wearing a cowl, because there's zero expression on his face. There, Kara, no pity.] It might be a long wait. But I can tell you for sure that nothing is happening back home while you're here. Time can just...pause, for a while.