Crabb peeks out of her hands to look at Ducky sidelong, that tone heavy enough to be a bludgeon. "Whadaya mean it doesn't make sense? I-I mean— ugh, I mean— how bleedin' little d'you think I think of you now? Y'really think you ain't—" wild gesturing, "redeemed yourself? God, this is all just—"

Deep breath in. She pinches her brow. Deep breath out.

At Erin, "You went and let a feral cat out of the bag and now you're tryna get back on track? Prove it how?"