[ Taking a much-needed step back, nearly smacking his hip into his desk as he did so, he listened attentively, clearly noting down every detail. Mind control device? In a paper? What was something like that doing here, of all places? What could have created such a thing? There's a million additional questions Jon wants to ask, but he's not even sure that Gerry would know them.

He'd already done enough damage, anyhow.

Looking a blend of surprised, anxious, and ashamed, he reaches over to the desk. It takes only a moment to find Lot 37, tucked absently under a discarded piece of mail, and he passes it over. ]

Yes. Give it to him, and... give him my apologies, if you feel so inclined when you do. I... I didn't know.

[ A pause, a tense silence, before he tries to speak up again. ]

And Gerry, I'm sor---