He grimaces and takes a long sip of his terrible gin drink.

"That will take longer. It's— it's been a very bad month."

And Tim has started them here: at the idea that there's non-Deerington information to fill him in on. The very premise of the thing hurts. The understanding that Tim didn't make it out, but Jon, without even a scratch evident on him, did.

He inspects his drink.

"To begin with... It worked. The whole Circus was destroyed."