Hello, John. I heard about your wife. I'm sorry. My condolences. It, uh, seems to be fate, or happenstance, or just bad **** luck caused our paths to cross again. [no response] John? Let us not resort to our baser instincts, and handle this like civilized men to move on—
What did he say?
Oh, God.
Task your crew.
How many?
How many do you have?