She and him both. Shaking hands and too-tense postures. Burning veins. But he lifts his chin. It will do. It will have to do.

"NOT A WORD MOTHERFUCKING MINCED. I will tell exactly as was said," He promises. The elevator shutters to a stop and finally the doors open.

"BUT IN MOTHERFUCKING MEANTIME" He adds, before he starts out. "I still mean at what all was said. THERE ARE TARGETS PAINTED ALREADY AND BELIEVE IT OR FUCKING NOT IT AIN'T HE WHAT PAINTED THEM. Watch at for your associations. OR SO A FUCKER MAY BE DRAGGED WITH THEM." And he would be damned if the Helmsman would be one of them.