"You think? And then what? When everything and the kitchen sink gets sucked in and I can't reverse it, then what? Last time I checked, my Samantha nose twitching talents weren't so well honed. Your plan's about as well thought out as Elmer Fudd's best laid plans, buddy." John's tablet had switched itself to visual as he shoved it away. Harvey was louder than usual today, but the closer he got to cracking the blue plans for actually creating a wormhole to get them out of this mess, the more prevalent he'd been in his mind. Today, Scorpius' neural clone had manifested itself by appearing as a visual feed on the tablet, a tablet that had been switched off.
"You keep on at me like this, and I'll just stop working on it altogether. 'S no skin off my nose, Harvs. Stuck here, stuck back out there. At least here, I've only got you to deal with and not Commandant Cleavage after my ass every god damned minute of the day."
Have fun with that Taxon, it looks like he's talking to you because
Harvey is appearing on the screen. As soon as he gets a response, Harvey will probably fade back into the far corners of his mind, or change location, depending on whether he has anything to say.