The question comes a little out of nowhere, sure, but no less out of nowhere than anything else that's happened tonight. Daniel tries to laugh as if to say no big deal, but it just sounds pained.

"Uh, as of now?" Yep, definitely pained, a self-deprecating little insecure grin and an abrupt renewal of the desire to go sinking into the earth's crust so he can disappear beneath the surface and never return. "Well, we've got a grand total of, um, of one."

His shoulders slump. "Sarah Gardner. Two months. My fault." He ticks off the six words on three fingers before letting the hand drop. He doesn't know how to explain how completely he screwed up there except to be succinct about it and hope that will be enough.