Just before the top of the hour, he takes out his phone again to check messages. Friggin' thing's been off 'cause he's on vacation, but that ain't stopped people calling. Rude again. Tseng. The boss. His sister: he can delete that one. Elena. The home office. Yeah, his life's all kinds of exciting.

He doesn't check so he looks busy or cool or any of that shit, but there is something a little calculated in not wanting to look like he's hangin' around waiting for some lady to show up. He's just listening to the last of his messages, the one from HQ confirming that the helicopter's being returned tomorrow. Friggin' paperwork: yeah, he'll get it back.

By the time he's done checking calls, he looks up to see Lara strutting over looking all smug and pretty and that's cool. The phone clicks closed; he sets it away in his pocket.

"Hey. You have fun?"