Alright. Finch obviously hasn't told her much, if anything. Merlin doesn't want to be the one to make that decision. And Finch probably wouldn't thank him for it if he did.

He shrugs. "No, just that it'll be chaotic, you know, the kind of stuff that you wouldn't believe exists."

He takes a moment, just smoking and scratching the underside of his chin, trying to find a way out of this situation that doesn't require him to break the murky code of camaraderie that they have in place here.

"So, you don't have any way to contact him?" Just making sure here.