[Grey's face is paler than usual. In the dim morning light, he looks almost like a ghost. He certainly feels as though there's one in the room, tracing an icy finger across his heart...

He stares balefully at Manabu, until the other man's words finally sink in.]

...You heard it. Right. He said you could probably hear...

[Grey shakes his head and turns around, depositing his cup on the counter. He doesn't feel like polishing it off right now.

He forces a stronger voice:]

I can see why you'd think that, but Rezo isn't the benefactor. He's the former colleague of Parish's that I was impersonating.