To Ortega: I heard a rumor that you’re in love. If that were true, is the lucky person someone you’ve known for a long time?
Ortega: What… where did you hear that? Argent? If so, don’t trust it, she lives to torment me. Won’t let me live anything down, just because I was drunk and said a little much doesn’t mean that it actually is true, and even if it was, there’s no way I could ever really act on it and… It’s complicated. Let’s settle for that.