[It would be easy to tell her to get a grip--that she's not the only one angry, and frustrated, and trying to navigate their way through what seems like an impossible situation. He thinks he'd have a right to, given the fact that being removed from his research is more-or-less a death sentence, but Viktor won't presume to know what she's been pulled from, in turn. He watches her kick the crate and feels a pang of sympathy.]

I'm sorry. [Though, of course he knows this isn't personal. She's just venting her very understandable frustrations.] I wish I had a better solution.

[Or any solution at all. He doesn't really know how to deal with an angry teenager, and he won't be surprised if this conversation just makes it worse. What he does know is his own plan of action, which is to get back to work as quickly and efficiently as possible. He sees only one clear path, for now.]

I don't think there will be answers in Cadens, but if I am to accomplish anything, I will need money and resources. [A suggestion, perhaps, if she's feeling particularly directionless.] That seems like the best place to start.