Sam put his scarf on, covering his mouth with it. "Put something over your mouth. I don't want anyone reading your lips," he said, curtly.
He walked toward the main road. There were cars going back and forth and the noise would make picking up what they said difficult. "First off, I'm an agent. That's who I am at all times. This isn't a job and then I have a normal life. My job is my life and as such, I am your instructor, and I will make sure that I do my job." If she started with some new age crap, he might actually lose it. It was one thing to spout that nonsense at G to annoy him; it was another to actually believe it.
"Second, what's wrong with you? Is this how you talk in DC? Are you actually trying to get everyone killed? Or are you too busy sulking to see the implications of your words?" He stopped walking and turned to look at her. "You don't know if that gym is bugged. You don't know if your house is bugged. You never say anything that could put people in danger. You do not mention that you're working to get us home. You do not speak freely. Ever. Everyone around us is the enemy, from the smiling kid at the gate to the nice cashier at the store. Everyone is the enemy. The only people we can rely on are the ones coming from our dimension and only after the Director and Hetty vet them, and even then, you're careful with what you say, because you don't know if they are smart enough to keep their mouths shut. Is that any clearer?"