He offers her a shrug, because he's not sure what part of it bothers him. It's the betrayal, he thinks. It bothers him that he hadn't seen it coming and that it had nearly led to all of them dying, if not for Aisha and her well-timed rocket launcher. Pooch would've bled out, he would've taken a bullet to the head, and Jensen --

No. He's not thinking of that anymore, because it's making his jaw ache from the tightness. He takes her hand and covers it with the other, squeezing lightly. "There is more," he admits. "But I think tonight, that is enough."