He waited for her to cash out, running through some response scenarios in his head. He was certain they were past the coy denial stage, but he was also certain that she might just dig in further on him. And then there was the whole, was she a good spy or a bad spy? It was a coin toss, he knew, but things were starting to move forward at work and he would need allies.

When she came out, he had his hands in his pockets, standing as casually as he could. He wished May were here, he'd like her take on things, but he'd do what he could and bear the slightly withering look he was receiving. Honestly he'd expected no less. "I'd like to know more. I'm a knowledge guy. I like to know things. Your boss sounds interesting, you could start there. Or there's that pesky pseudo-death thing we almost talked about before."