[Once again there's Ed in his personal space, something newly exciting each time both for what it is and for the way Oswald finds himself craving it, the exact opposite of the distance he'd like to put between himself and everyone else. He tries for a half-apologetic little smirk about his tie, tugging his overcoat a little to see how much blood he can hide. It's not like he needs to walk into their next destination pristine, but uh, he wants to? So.]

These questions aren't going to involve all three of them walking into a bar, are they? [Ha...... JOKES, anyway,] This sounds dangerously close to three things, Ed. Can you get it done in time for lunch?

[He'll ask what the hell Ed is planning on doing with three nerds and a folder in a minute.]