...are you seriously telling me he was playing wildcard in an incipient war zone between the two most paranoid powers on the planet and he's mad he got shot at? Of course they did!

[She makes a wordless growl of aggravation, lets go of the blanket enough to scrub her hands over her face. He wouldn't have had the same propaganda drilled into him that she did, not if he spent the fifties traveling the world, never setting down roots.]