Hi, Yusuke. No. I'm good. [ That is a lie. Jaime most certainly is not good. Instead, he paces around the couch three more times like a fretful dog and tapping his fingertips against one another before realizing what he's doing and giving himself a shake. Stop that, Reyes, you basketcase.

Khaji's not helping matters. He's wanted to murder the Negotiator since they ran into them and he's felt every inch of Khaji's blazing, self-righteous rage ever since. ]

Nope, okay, sitting! Sitting. [ He flops on the couch. ] Sorry, it's - last time he tracked everything I did digitally; I had to write letters to figure out how to stop him. I just remembered that maybe he could do the same here. I hope not, but... [ In the absence of wandering, his leg jiggles. Apparently something has to move. ] Better safe than sorry.