Sean takes a swig from his beer as he looks at Ulysse's pretty face as he peers at the ceiling. He's always been like this, quiet and calm, handling his own business privately. Sean used to feel offended when he was left out of it, but he doesn't anymore. He just thinks that it's how Ulysse works.

"Well, however things turn out," he says as he swigs the beer inside the bottle, from one side to the other, again and again. "You have my number. And you know I'll be here as quickly as I can. Whatever little help it is."