I didn't ask for a number. [ He asked for context.

Unlike Lexa, he is a new member of this network. Prior missions, or any task the others had undertook, would provide information for him to apply to his own dealings. What they are, he's definitely not inclined to share. The knowledge that they have been to one other planet, before Concordia, means - to him - that he has far less "catching up" to do than he'd thought. ]

I understand, [ something in his tone suggests that though he does, he doesn't care for the way that they're instructed to perform. A bone-weary sigh escapes him, something like a shield being placed to the side as he adjusts his position, folding his hands before him as he balances his elbows on the desk. It leans him closer to her, and directs the full force of his attention to her, and her alone: ] But, we are operating in only a single moment, Lexa. There are a thousand others, and I can't stop seeing them all. You must, too.