[Jack's starting to get the sense that the new voice in his ear may be completely unflappable.] Passionate. [He's struggling to keep inflection out of his voice. What the hell does that even mean?] No. I suppose not.
[Soft rustling again as he kneels down, then a click of a false wooden panel opening up. He knew where to look for the document safe in their man's desk, so now it's just a question of attaching the device they gave him and letting it hack the keypad.] How long have you been doing this?