[Best Julian can figure? The guy's talkative. A lot talkative. He leans forward, elbows propped against his knees, and wonders if the guy talks to everyone like this. And he hates to admit that Ali's the same way - always rambling furiously about shit whether Julian cares or not, just showcasing all of that energy of hers. He feels something more erode inside of him, his attention piqued by that last part and how much he agrees.] Yeah. You're right. You'll have everything up and running in no time. Hopefully before there's another attack. [He says that last part dryly.]