Travis listens in silence, jaw tensing momentarily as he does. Something about powerful institutions trying to tear each other down, the innocents swept up into the crossfire. He takes his hand back just to flex it, testing the wrap. Apparently satisfied, he nods.

"Yeah," he says. "Thanks. I never got the hang of doing this."

Probably a mistake on his part, honestly. When could he ever afford ER bills?

He looks up at Kamui, suddenly serious.

"You think the people coming in here know what they're getting into? If they're killers already, sure, but how many of them really know what it means?"