Ooh, this is rocky territory to be stepping into -- that much is apparent right on Jimmy's face. Morgan doesn't press it while he waits for the man to consider whatever it is that's got him bothered about talking. But that's when Nancy returns with their food, deposits it, and accepts a thank you, all without a word.

So...Jimmy was going in for some kind of operation, was knocked out, and woke up here in New Orleans. Oh, you bet there are some holes in this story that Morgan is seeing right through.

He's kind enough to stay quiet while Jimmy both eats and talks, calmly pulling the seasoned meat off of the bone of a chicken wing. Yeah, it was pretty clear that Jimmy's not had a real meal in days. Despite his cool demeanor, Morgan has to fight his brow from bending under the weight of his suspicions. "So my first guess is you prob'ly pissed someone off, real good." Again, or it was aliens.

"But what about family? Isn't someone back home lookin' for you?" Morgan drops a cleaned bone in the basket and wipes his hands with a napkin. "Where is home for you, anyhow?"