"Hey, nothing wrong with it," Apollo said, in a tone that might have reassured someone who hadn't just had a megawatt spotlight shone into what they thought had been a safe darkness. Rosario, though, was clearly panicking, grabbing for any line of defense she could because she didn't yet know she had no need to defend herself from him. "You can write what you want, freedom of the press and all that," he lifted his own coffee cup, to toast said freedom. "No biggie."