"Not drowning's the point." He wouldn't say it's like riding a bike, but you can't exactly unlearn it without outstanding circumstances.

He pauses. "I actually understand that kind of logic," he says, an undercurrent of unease running in his voice. The kind of logic where certain people can always be above the consequences of their actions, while being hypocritical enough to turn those same guidelines against others.

"The woman might share the script, if we manage to sit through the entire thing." It's not like it's illegal information or anything. He could pass it off as light reading, maybe. If no one looked at which pages were going to be dog-eared.