Ain't that poetic. [Blake's lobster would appreciate that more than him. The man's not real good at poetry, but he understands the feeling of being at sea.

His sigh sounds like defeat.] What kind of tactics can you even use versus somebody you can't find?

[Somebody who may or may not even exist.

Her question pulls his attention toward something nice and simple.]

There's a good place just around the corner from headquarters. Quiet and homey, none of that hipster Sawsbucks crap.