[He's tired too, trying to explain without explaining it all.] Vasilissa decided to talk, way too damn much. Illy's... that boyfriend of hers. The girl told him a bunch of stuff. Now it's... it's no good that we're here. [A low roll of Romanian curses.] I don't want to leave but... We don't--I don't think it's good for us to... [Sigh.]