Togusa is practically bleeding grief and discomfort and it's enough to keep Mariko sipping her coffee as she listens. He rubs the back of his neck, sighing hard and she can feel her brows knit just a little more. This isn't right.

Still she nods a little, to indicate that she had been listening before straightening up.

"Well that means we have to reconcile Retrospec's bullshit behavior with the fact that the only lies they they've told us are ones of omission, at least from where I'm standing."