Is he a politician or a supervillian, I'm getting some real mixed messages. But hey, maybe you're on to something, I'm sure he's had the genetic code we need to crack for a cure right there around Fluffy's neck the whole time.

[Because, y'know, convoluted super-secrets on cat collars makes lots of sense that way. As productive as this aggressively sarcastic conversation is, it's derailed not-unsubtly by a splash and a clatter echoing up the sewer tunnels in their direction. Down the way that Sigma was stalking. Seems they've got an eavesdropper.]