He smiles at the kiss but his hands tighten somewhat on the steering wheel and his face falls as soon as she looks away. This was the stuff she didn't want to read before - or, at least, that he assumed she didn't want to read so he kept it away from her in the bar. Time has, after all, not moved here - somwhere in Panama right at this minute, some magic is stopping events unfolding but that doesn't mean that yesterday's jail break isn't still going to be hot news.

He's sure it'll be fine. The papers in America had suppressed the facts about the virus due to the panic it might cause so maybe they will in Europe too? (He knows it's unlikely, publishing is far freer here). But there will, at the least, be his career bullet points in there, right next to words like 'notorious', 'dangerous' and possibly 'psychotic' (his personal favourite).

Probably nothing she hasn't already figured out. Though he can't imagine she'll be impressed if they found that Mexican guy's body already.

'Anything interesting?'

He might be commenting on the weather, his tone is so light.