Behrooz's head is still pounding - the shouting, and the abrupt flashes of light don't help this. But he still knows who's out there the moment they'd stepped out of the Bar.

And it's a sinking feeling, not surprise, like he -

(I don't want to talk about him)

- should have known. His headache is, at least, at the back of his mind now. He doesn't shout, but just mumbles, "God, Veronica..."