[Dixon grumps and scowls, but he does commit himself to a fragile tolerance. He won't guarantee - both out of stubbornness and knowing his own impulsivity - that it will be anything stronger than fragile, that his will towards coexistence won't just collapse the instant Harper so much as looks at him funny.

But he won't instigate.]

Do you think we'll manage to get through this without killing each other? Not me and Harper, but the whole unit. We keep getting new folk and no chance to vet them, and people get tetchy under stress.