You hate this, these unpredictable silences that feel like the world dropping out from under you. They make you dizzy. Make you stumble.

You've been listening harder and trying not to think of it as memorizing. Tilting your head deliberately towards Warrick's precise rumble, Nick's matter-of-fact drawl, the rapid patter of Catherine's temper.

You try listen to Sara, you do. But speech reading has to be practiced, and it's so easy just to drop your eyes to the shape and slide of her mouth.

Besides, you don't have to answer the questions in her eyes if you don't see them.