It is, because it's already happened. Maybe he doesn't care anymore, true, but to stand there and tell me it's my fault? [She bristles, leaning one hand against the table as she looks him dead on,]

He left me for dead, Jack, and if what you're telling me is true, he's not the only one I should be worried about. Maybe he's the only one who's here now, and maybe he's lost interest, but -- how dare you act like this hasn't effected me in any way. How - dare - you chastise me for trying to ensure something like that doesn't happen again in the future, or to someone who doesn't deserve it. I survived because I had help.

Because people help each other, Jack.