( That's a sudden reversal back into his first impulse, and while it's not enough to give him whiplash it's plenty enough to get him off his guard. Pick a lane, would you? )

How am I here? How are you here? When we talked you didn't exactly mention a pit-stop as a scrambled egg on your way back.

( Doesn't exactly look like retirement in this holding cell.

If it is, count him out, thanks. )

You're supposed to be gone. Way out of stuff like... whatever the hell this is.

( Otherwise, what was the point of you leaving? )