"I should know better." He's been worrying about this as much as anybody else for months. Acting as normal as possible so that when he does talk about sensitive matters the slightest odd tics or quirks, him hiding what he's doing or saying from any surveillance. Feeling like even the normal act is something anybody can see right through. And maybe they couldn't - until he went and mentioned the Heart right in the open.

"I'm sorry," he says, and it's soft and a little awkward - the surest possible indicator that he truly means it. It's not what his programming tells him is best to say. "If...I ended up somewhere else and Hank wasn't there, I honestly don't know what I'd do."

In fact, he grimaces and quickly changes tack, not even lingering on the thought for too long.

"I can't help unless they listen." It's quite the statement of the obvious. "When we met, we were talking in circles. They need to sit down and really talk to people, not just stand around in masks talking at us.

"We need to talk in a different setting." He leans on his crutch, frowning down at his busted leg without really seeing it. "Like equals. Or we won't get anywhere."

He looks up at Nick. "Do you know anything about them? Marie. Mello."