[ Christ. Ava glances sideways towards the man on the table, again reaching out to keep Jon from just running up into this man's space and causing yet another issue. She practically growls at him. ]

Don't. Let him close the man up, then you can ask your questions. If this flubs and Rodney dies, that's blood on our hands.

[ And she's refusing to let it come to that. ]

Give him time. You'll get to grill him.

[ "Yeah, uh, hi? I'm right here, I can hear you." ]

And you should be focused on your work right now. [ To Jon, she asks: ] You, be focused on Rodney. What else has he given? Do you know?