"Dick, it's me. When do we ever expect complete privacy?" Without doing a sweep for trackers, bugs, and possibly setting off an EMP.

"Field trip sounds good, but I get to go under my own steam," Tim makes it sounds like a negotiation, but he's firm about that. He's already riding the sharp edge of stressed, because everything - including knowledge, after those vagaries and predictions - remains out of his grasp, and getting carted around by Kon put him in a bad place. And the fancy elven drinks didn't do anything for his mood. "Where are we going?"