"So your solution was shoot him in the back and leave him for dead?"

York punctuates 'shoot', 'back', and 'dead' with punches at snow goons, getting increasingly more intense.

"That's not the decision of someone capable of being responsible for someone else. Which is part of having an AI. Right now he's dependent on you."

There's a lull in the attack and he turns to face her properly, expression serious.

"Do you actually give even half a shit about the being in your head right now? Besides for your own benefit."