Oh, I can just imagine Ricky asking Finley if anyone said anything about whether or not the MC is gonna be alright, and essentially:
Ricky: Did they… did they say anything?
Finley: About what?
Ricky: What do you think? Are they going to be alright?
Finley: Calm down, Dempsey. No they haven’t said anything, but they don’t need to. They’ll be fine.
Ricky: How can you tell?
Finley: Well, you were just in there with them. Do you think they’d let you visit a critical patient?
Ricky: You never know what could happen.
Finley: No, I don’t know. But I’ve seen enough to have a damn good guess.
Finley: Look, they’ll… they’ve been through worse, okay?
Ricky: That’s not a very comforting thought. How could they have gone through worse than… than this.
Finley: Welcome to the real Nickelport, Mr. Dempsey. 'Bout time you got your head outta that glass high-rise cloud of yours.
Yay! I’m happy you enjoyed it.
Oh right- so you’d rather have stale cookies and a bunch of cold tea instead of be a civilized shadow organization and wait for me. I mean, geez, it was already said:
Lucy would be disappointed. (Mainly at the presence of cookies, but still.)