Leif: He seems fine to me! Rude, but fine . . .
Woman in Black: Hey.
Hey, Kale. Say goodbye to your . . . uh, friends . . . and let’s take a walk.
Kale: Do I know you? . . . Wow, it’s dark back there.
WiB: You don’t, but I know your handler. Now c’mon.
Thorn: We talked to her before, no?