Crichton bristles, and the energy around him becomes so charged it almost seems like he's about to start throwing thunderbolts. His grip on the pistol certainly has tightened considerably.

"That wasn't really a suggestion, my man. If you're supposedly doing what's in her best interest, then explain to me why it looks a whole lot like you killed her and left her in the morgue for three days."

Now, the gun actually is pointed at Max. "If you won't say it to me, then you ARE going to say it to her. Just so you know, she ate a guy's heart recently."