He desperately wants to believe that, because if everything isn't all right, if they don't win, then Natasha died for nothing, and there's no way in hell he'd ever be able to live with that. So, he tries to put on a smile for her, but to him, the effort just feels flat and uninspired. "Of course it will," he says, trying to inject as much confidence into those words as he can. Maybe if he says it confidently enough, he'll start to believe it, and it'll actually happen.

"I know I don't have to tell you there's a lot of determined people on the job." Hard-headed people, too. They'll need that if they hope to even have a chance.

"Sounds like a trip." He shakes his head, trying to make sense of what she's telling him. "You're sure whoever's doing this isn't spiking the water?" Or whatever this planet has.