Regan presses her lips together against the hundred things she wants to say.

None of them will be any use, and they all boil down to the same thing: Gabriel, your version of careful doesn't satisfy anybody else -- Gabriel, listen to yourself, listen to facts, please -- Gabriel, you're going to drive yourself into a grave. He's so stubborn.

She suspects he actually thinks he's listening to her.

"If Vincent agrees that your precautions are sufficient," is what she does say, tightly and after a long pause, "then I'll agree too."