The call goes into voice mail, and I frown sympathetically. My heart goes out to him, obviously stressed and distressed, but not able to reach his loved one in this time of need. My eyes slip shut and I lower my head, paying my respects to his palpable pain.

Then he speaks to me, and I open my eyes to look at him properly. "Ah, I just do what needs done," I say dismissively, waving my hand for emphasis. "I'd hope any decent citizen would do the same in that situation, that's all."

When I look next, he's squinting at me, trying to analyze me. I tilt my head curiously, hoping I measure up. "Something the matter?"