"I have to nip this in the bud - I don't think it's too late, yet."

He steeples his fingers in front of him, this time tapping his thumbnails against a button on his shirt with a quiet clacking sound. It's better than the rim of his mug, but not by much - another quiet semaphore ticking out the demon's thought process.

"Problem being, I can't do much more than damage control unless someone is able to dig up a concrete link between North Central and the..." one hand disengages, waves towards the shimmering newsfeed on the table. "The unrest."

Back again; tick-tick.

"So consider this your heads-up."