Dogs listen. In fact, she’s quite sure that was why they’re called “man’s best friend.” A relationship built through hours and hours of work meant that Sedge would obey any order she understood; it was reassuring, and slightly terrifying at the same time, and Elizabeth had sworn to never abuse that trust.

Now, arms crossed, eyebrow lifted, she wishes she could drill a little of that obedience into the sheepish man standing in front of her. She doesn’t have to say anything; the partially demolished rooms behind her say enough.

Oh, John’s good, and she trusts him explicitly. But no playing with alien fireworks means no playing with alien fireworks, and she’s sure she was speaking English when she said it. He’ll be sleeping in the dog house tonight – and that’s a phrase she knows a woman coined.