Who the heck actually calls 'em po-tah-toes anyway?

[A swig of his soda and Axel shifts a bit where he's sitting.]

I find myself wondering what he did, you know? If he wasn't a particularly remarkable guy, why'd they target him? [He makes an unsettled sort of noise and taps his fingers against the soda can.] All this not knowing what the bad guys are really after or what sorts of credentials they look for in a victim... You're right: it is a little scary.