[Costeau certainly catches the disappointed look, but he's had so many of those thrown at him that it has no effect at all. Ah, to be numb to the judgment of the world...

As for actually needing a gun, well... so far they're both still alive on this boat. Hopefully they'll make it through fine without having to fire a single shot.

That last question, though... Costeau is glad to be with a detective as sharp as Kim.]

Yes. That's exactly what happened. I began to fade... first my fingertips, then whole fingers. I ate the food quickly after that.

[Self-experimentation is one form of detective work, right?]

It was surreal. [And maybe he was still nursing a huge hangover.]