[ That's exactly what he was planning to do, and Roman finds himself nodding. He forgets that Raylan is competent a lot of the time. ]

I don't know, leverage! [ He's already falling back into boardroom behaviour: he claps his hands to signify Raylan should hop-to, staring at him intently. ]

What kinda shit he doesn't want to get out, peek at his own file, read his stupid sparksnotes, see if he's secretly giving the admiral a blow job, something! He's way too confusing.