You don't want to know. Sometimes though, and don't be ashamed because it happens to everyone, you need to know.
First time I met McGee I didn't need him, one of my few strokes of luck. Instead, I had something he needed. Information. Information I didn't even realize I had. Things I'd learned on my most recent trip but didn't yet understand the importance of. Still, I've played the intelligence game enough times to grok that his interest in what I was saying was a bit more "intense" than he was trying to let on.
I bought myself a favor or two that night.
I've cashed all but one of them in.
Just the inks: