"Sort of," Peter gives him that because, in many enough respects, it could be thought of as that, and often it makes it easier for people to just call it as something they already know. "Not Japanese though," he adds, bemused suddenly and feeling a little bad for it because it isn't nice to be amused at someone's circumstantial unawareness. Or refusal to believe. Or whatever. Maybe it's none of these, and it does occur to Peter that some people have a better grasp on the City than they let on. It just doesn't seem like the case for Freddy, not in small part because from what Peter can tell, neither he nor his bloodied partner have had time for a crash course.

"Anyway you should be resting," point. "Was there anything else?" Not the type to be abrupt, he is not the kind of person to keep a patient idling awake when sleep would do him better if there isn't any point in it, but he doesn't seem at the ready to leave either, not having gotten up, elbows on his knees and hands lightly clasped.