"Er — yes, there should be — somewhere on there." Fuck, Jon thinks to himself, with all the venom he can't spit out aloud. Fuck. He had to bargain hard to get Elizabeth to agree to leave them alone. She'll still expect him to honour their terms, and they weren't pleasant terms at all.

With a little bit of desperation, he says, "Martin," though he's not sure what he's pleading for. He comes up off the sofa, but doesn't move towards him. "'All's well'?"