You'll want to talk to Sameen Shaw. She doesn't bite. [ Much.

If this was the Shaw he knew then he might not have bothered offering her name up, but there's something... friendlier about her. At least more willing to talk with people. Some time in two years she grew past her days of throwing out burner phones.

But they have a job to do. A "mission", no matter how ridiculous it is. John (gently) grabs his rat and holds it up to look at. It just looks back at him. ]

Maybe if we pick a direction they'll do something. Go ahead, whatever you feel like.