"Reddington," she says, even before she has him in her sights.

She stares at him with a wrinkle in her brow and her lips parted, quickly working out two conclusions: one, that if he expects her to believe that then he must really be scraping the bottom of the barrel; and two, he looks different than he did a minute ago.

She arches an eyebrow.

"Space? What is this, Red?" she asks, pivoting to face him. "Tell me what's really going on."