[Chuckling. Sure he didn't, Josh. Sure. Which is why you're being so quick to deny it.]

Coulda been worse. The eyebrows'll grow back eventually.

[Recapping the paint can - in this weather, he was afraid it'd frost over - he turned and scanned the street. Nothing, which meant... ah. There. The imprint on the snowy pile of debris just behind him.]

Wouldn't blame ya for bein' bored, J. The place doesn't even have working TV broadcasts.