[He's worried for her, now. Zoning out is seldom a sign of a happy little spark.]

[Quiet]

Paper's useful. I'm not at all unhappy when I can cover my tracks with red tape, bureaucratic mazes, and paperwork.

I'm sorry... I'm sorry it bothers you. But stepping into the role is second nature to me. I warned you. I'm...

You can trust me to do things like that. Without warning. You can trust me to turn into what I have to, to keep us safe.

But -- that means you can't trust me not to turn into Mr. Small Town Lawyer on a moment's notice, or pretend...

Or pretend...

[Very serious.]

If it's what it takes to keep us safe, I'll pretend to be an underhanded, boot-licking traitor-sycophant in a shaved-second. If it's what it takes I'll throw together an entire plan, and even factor in the fact that you have no idea what I am doing...

I may even factor in that you don't trust me, because you don't know what I'm doing and I'm acting like an underhanded, boot-licking traitor-sycophant. I've done it before. I'll do it again.

I'm sorry. But that's been trained in too deep for me to even pretend it's going to change. It would take a long time in a place a lot safer than Mayfield to let go of that habit.