[A sigh, sitting himself crosslegged on the floor of his pen.] Just us, then, hm. Well, it was worth a try. No getting into madame mother's head, sadly.

[He would have thought that one but figured he might as well just say it intentionally. And while James was poking about, cautiously prodding before, Silva's stalking around the agent's mind and trying the same. He doesn't think he's going to find anything he needs, certainly, but one can't blame him for being curious.] What do you suppose you'll tell her? Nothing at all?