[b]York:[/b]

York looks at Orange, shakes his head. “Sit with me. Not what I meant. I meant…” He makes a pained grimace trying to work out how to say this without saying it. “I just want to know order of events. It’s a part of the story you’re bringing me, and your source is in the headlines. I just want to know if you were looking for the source to find [i]this[/i] story, or if reporting on this is just another angle.” He shifts like he’s just taken off a tight belt for getting that out. 

Rough translation - Did knowing that this guy was involved cause you to kidnap him, or are you trying to bury this guy to justify having already kidnapped him for unrelated reasons York should know about. 

“I’m with you.” York emphasizes to Orange while making unflinching, blood-shot eye-contact. “I just can’t cover you if I’m blind.” 

[b]Dudekov:[/b]

The masts are fiddly. He has to imagine placing them down naked, but every time he takes the focus of his minds eye off, when it looks back the sails are there and unfurled. He has the most trouble with that, things like seeing doorways without imagining the door that needs to go there. The mind abhors vacuum.