Kavinsky watches the defensive posturing, but said nothing. He wasn't much better, really, though it was in the position of his shoulders, the slant of his glance. He was still irrationally upset with the way that Jack had responded when he had approached to have a talk. He was still upset that he was upset, that he allowed himself to be.

"Okay," he said. Then, he sort of breathed a laugh. "So, let's talk?"