What was your first clue? [ Bradbury asked, dryly. ] Nelson letting people who got shot into his house like it's nothing, or us talking like we're in the shittiest class reunion of all time?

[ The curious state of the meat aside, he wasn't in any position to comment on the flavor, so he stolidly soldiered on through the food, chewing and swallowing before continuing, this time his attention on Nelson. ]

What'd he do for you, take a bullet or something?

[ If there was a sardonic touch to the smile curling his lips, it was all for Maskin (and possibly the taste of the vinaigrette in his last mouthful of chicken). ]