Blinking through the long chain of monologue, Lassiter tried not to pay attention to the words. He knows they aren't important. Spencer's mind must be the most chaotic place on Earth, full of stray empties, he catches himself thinking.

Where did he put the cat case file? He starts to pick through the files on his desk in order to shut the ramble out, and hopefully project the impression that he isn't interested. Why does he need to hear about Spencer's personal life, the films he likes to watch in his spare time, and who with? Why would he care? Who's the actress he's talking about?

The single, abrupt word stands out amongst the others, and the detective looks up to see Spencer reaching out for him. Looking around, Lassiter checks that no one is looking, before holding his palm out awkwardly for Spencer to take.