[Ah, outside. Where he doesn't have to get mad about things for... ten minutes? Maybe twenty. One arm is stretched backwards until the shoulder cracks, roll once, too old for long jobs anymore.]

I would. While there's better use of my time, I can't let this slide. [Which means he does have infor--a hand is held up to stop all thoughts.] Before we continue. Haven't met many of you, so.

Reclaimer, right?