He mimics the shrug in silent agreement of the notion - it's a noncommittal sort of acknowledgment, and it feels fitting somehow that it so perfectly mirrors Wells's words.

He knows everything out of his mouth is being scrutinized and analyzed, and that it will all get back to Angel. It'll seep through the walls of his HQ...wherever it is these days. He wonders if he's okay.

"I guess you know what I used to do...back in LA? What my niche was?"