I hope you don’t think that just ‘cause you’re buttering me up, I’ll feed you any confidential information.

[ He says it in good humor, at least, then peers into another nearby hut. Sure enough, he sees a familiar flash of burgundy, and waves Piper over. In the middle of the sleeping pile of Raiders (because when are things ever easy?) lies a man matching Piper’s description, still wearing the damn thing even as he snoozes. ]

That’s our guy? [ He asks it, just in case. Never know, after all – maybe newsboy caps are the latest trend in Raider fashion. ]