"Of course you are," Emma sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Jono, I love you. That's possibly one of your worst ideas yet."

"One, you're not trained for it. Two, you don't have the temperament for it. Three? I offered to give Hobart and his friends mysterious heart-attacks years ago, and you people told me that was Not Okay for Reasons."

"You do realize you have Weapon X'd yourself, by yourself, this time, right?"