It is us on the ARK, [ she says in frustration, the hurt and annoyance finally bubbling over. She's never been good at keeping herself contained. ] We did save ourselves, and they are on there, Simon, it's just not you and me as we exist right now. I thought you understood that, after--

[ After Omicron. Which hasn't happened yet for him. God, this conversation isn't the one she wants to have, and it feels equally as fruitless as that one probably would be.

Catherine tries to fold her arms, but ends up hugging herself, an entirely different image than what she wanted to project. ] I'm disappointed, too. --Are we done talking about this?

[ Because she's done. She feels very much done. Telling Simon how achingly, devastatingly disappointed she is isn't going to get her anywhere. ]