"Are you volunteering yourself, Owen? Go over and talk to him. You might be his type, skinny white boy." Well, there wasn't actually that much consistency with who Barty seemed to target, but Bill did bear a resemblance to Sam, so that was enough to joke about.

Jack watched the screen, where Barty looked away from the camera to the door. Could he hear something? Probably. Although Jack was wondering how much telepathy the man might have as part of his power, if any. "Did you find anything useful yet with the blood sample, Owen?"