Emil wondered why Crane wasn't opening his eyes. He stepped back, continued to fidget. "It's Emil. I wanted to... see you. A-- alone. I hope that's okay. I don't want Marta to know about any of this until it's over." He shuffled his feet once, twice, looked over the contraption Crane had in his lap. He could hear mumbling coming from somewhere, but he hadn't yet figured out that it was the headphones.