[He takes another drag on his cigarette, but then rather irritably smashes it out in a nearby ashtray and watches as the flame dies amongst the mangled paper and ash, twisting the still mostly-whole cylinder for possibly a few seconds longer than really necessary to put it out. It's not the first time he's heard those words before, and he knows where this is going. This is always Coop's burden to bear, too — the inability to let it go when he really, really needs to let it go.

And, it appears, it's Albert's burden to deal with it. As usual.]

Well, it wasn't, so cut it out. Mens rea exists for a reason, remember?

[Smashity smash smash.]

Amanda. She said her name was Amanda. I didn't get a surname, but she had a friend named Mark.