I believe he wanted to tell me more than he could.

[ With both feet back on the carpet, she turns to look at him, hands on her hips. Her shoulders shrug, hunching up around her neck, and she shakes her head, admitting her own uncertainty in a single gesture. She's fairly at ease with it, though—it'll play out. They'll work with it. ]

It seemed like something was … I don't know. Limiting him. Either watching him with a gun to his head, or something else. I gave him a signal, and he confirmed. [ She blows air out through pursed lips. ] No idea who it is, though.