Our Radar. Something about that turn of phrase feels comfortable and real, something that Margaret could not have known but nevertheless applies. She'll have to quietly ask him his opinion on Margaret later before she drops the revelation that she's known the young man for months.

But she's listening, letting her talk, and the unrefined snort she lets out at Bullseye is something she really can't help.

"That's terrible. And I love it. Makes me glad there isn't a story I know about my name."