It's easy to be calm, in his own cabin, armed, all-too assured of his own skills. He is certain it could be frustrating. Salt in the wound. He carries himself as such anyway. Tenacity matters more.

"I have it," he confirms.

He's paged through it, taken in the broad strokes. He'd given Larry weeks with his to absorb it first, in the name of respect for his privacy, but he hasn't yet decided if that's needed here. From Kovacs' anger, perhaps not.

"I wanted to know your mind first. Would you like to read it yourself?"