I realize you're both in no position to be turning help away, and it's not really any of my business but.

[He hesitates, and then sighs in a markedly open and wearied fashion.]

If at all possible could you...not let him? He's already taking on every last piece of work that he can. He's made himself my unoffical warden, he's still watching over this other version of his own inmate, he's sitting on Bianca and he's playing second banana to Lehnsherr; that and he's responsible still for anything left to do with that nanite project.

He doesn't know how to say 'no', Marsh. It's his weakness.