[Clink clink, bitch. He's going to squint into the wine glass like it might hold the secrets to the universe, or maybe just give him an epiphany from a timeline where their roles don't play fast and loose with their lives.]

You're not the only one who told them to be careful. [He's. Weary.] I've already warned them that they don't want to find out about the penalty. They won't be able to help if they get dispatched...

[Tragically, the wine glass holds no answers. Bad? Anyway— To confirm.]

Who are we looking at?