"Helps, though. This isn't some army you can rule. Nobody's getting paid to listen to you either."

This isn't really a road he wants to go down, though, so he just slumps lower in his seat and looks blankly at the wine. Maybe he should head back soon. Check on Law. Make sure nobody's tried to move him.

Another cigarette first, though - when did he even finish the last? It's getting hard to keep track. He fumbles the pack and it falls to the floor, and he stares dejectedly down at it for a long moment.