[ Deadpans, ] Now I have a machine gun. Ho, ho, ho.

[ The little flub makes him glance over his mug to her, a frown working at the corners of his mouth. Still, he tries to keep the tone light – if only because he doubts either of them are quite removed enough from Claire's nightmare to discuss anything too heavy just yet. ]

Lecturing irresponsible handlers and waggling your finger with one hand while you checked emails on your phone with the other. I remember.