[Even if the much younger John had the proper neural implant to interface with her, the Mark IV isn't designed to hold her. Cortana's more or less just leaning through the metaphorical window to keep an eye on the armor functions...and grab the logs while she's here.
2526. The Circinius IV disaster, to be precise. God, he thinks WINTER CONTINGENCY is still in effect.]
Severe temporal distortions.
[This would be easier if he'd had enough socialization for pop culture. At least he spent an impressionable decade being trained to believe everything said in Halsey and thus Cortana's voice is gospel. That should help...right up until it makes things worse.]
We've both been pulled out of normal spacetime. We are functionally outside time as far as the universe is concerned. Your logs indicate you're deployed to Circinius IV. No time is passing for the rest of Blue Team, Petty Officer. They'll be fine.
[No, she can't read his mind, but she doesn't have to.]
[private]
2526. The Circinius IV disaster, to be precise. God, he thinks WINTER CONTINGENCY is still in effect.]
Severe temporal distortions.
[This would be easier if he'd had enough socialization for pop culture. At least he spent an impressionable decade being trained to believe everything said in Halsey and thus Cortana's voice is gospel. That should help...right up until it makes things worse.]
We've both been pulled out of normal spacetime. We are functionally outside time as far as the universe is concerned. Your logs indicate you're deployed to Circinius IV. No time is passing for the rest of Blue Team, Petty Officer. They'll be fine.
[No, she can't read his mind, but she doesn't have to.]