More squinting. More disbelief. Perhaps the slightest tilt of the head. If an expression could be summed up in a string of punctuation marks, the current look on Falcon's face could perhaps be described as something like ?//?/???????????////././/?????????

"Okay," he said finally to this strange, invasive, vaguely hypocritical woman who apparently could not remember something she'd said to him not five minutes ago. "Goodbye."