[Does Jason regret not actually shooting Keith when he first broke into the wrong apartment in a fit of well intentioned enthusiasm? Verdict is still out, probably. Does he regret listening to his shounen ravings and allowing him to buddy up for this little side trip? Maybe a little. Stakeouts in public places are less conspicuous with company, but it also means they're stuck with more quality time than either of their stellar sets of people skills have really prepared them for.

Case in point, they're settled at a table in the corner of the bar to watch the door. (Not the best vantage point, because that one was already taken by some other set of paranoid shady assholes. Figures.) With Keith frowning down at his drink and Jason frowning over at the door over the rim of his own (umbrellaless) glass.

Without looking back at his erstwhile partner—]

Not really. Looks like the bartender's really taken a shine to you.

[Congrats, but he's not here to be your wingman, bud. But if he's talking about the wait and not the garish garnishes, he nods toward the door—]

I can't say revolutionaries are always renowned for being punctual, but running late isn't usually a good sign. Might have gotten spooked.

[And what a waste of time that would be.]