"Let's do that then." And then they were doing that and Barty realised belatedly that maybe he had made him. Damn, this was so annoying. He rubbed his neck and got in line behind people to get breakfast. He really hated lines. He never bothered with them. But here he was, ever so patiently tapping his foot as he crossed his arms.

"That's what people do. Get coffee at work. Then complain about it being bad." He'd heard that around a lot, anyway. "Do you like your work? I miss the uniform..." And the handcuffs. Those two. But, damn, the uniform. Shame Sam got promoted so quickly. "Do you still get a badge at least?"