[ There's a sense of something like a chuckle when he feels the brush of another mind against his, "knocking" - it's kind of what Sam tends to do, too. Under normal circumstances, Sam'd open up his mind a little bit, let him in if he wanted, but, well.

These aren't normal circumstances. ]

I'm guessing that's my cue not to ask about Moscow. [ Or at least, not until they've had a little bit more to drink. ]

Appreciate you asking, man. [ He does, genuinely - whether this guy's asking just to be polite or he really wants to know - there's a curl of gratitude like a brush of feathered wings. ] Let's just say my head ain't all that pretty of a place to be right now - gimme a couple of days and I'll get it sorted back out.