Oh, yeah! Suit! Yes. Suit. It's almost done. I'm just tweaking it no- [He breaks off, swears, and there is the faint sound of gunfire. A man's voice comes over the line faintly, and Bly mutes the cell call to reply. When he comes back on, he sounds a little strained.]
Oh, yeah, I'm great, you know. Just me. Cruising around Seattle. Getting shot at by the military. Thinking of getting some Monster at the Walgreens, you know.