"We'd hear about it." Tesla is sure. There's nothing worst than a gloating MP and these are the worst he's ever seen. They'd love to break their spirits in any way they could, cut them down to size.
So far as he can fathom, no news is good news. Still, that ain't much of a consolation. The fact is that they couldn't do a fucking thing if they heard something. If they did, then it would be too late. He hopes his wife is keeping herself busy. Tesla knows she has a tendency to worry about him too much. He's been trying hard not to worry back. All that bad energy isn't good for no one.
Solutions are what they need and so far he doesn't have anything worth spouting. Not yet.
Folsom runs down his arm at Sonny. Sonny recoils. "Get that plague magnet 'way from me." Tesla scoops the tame thing back up and puts him in a box away from any danger.