After a pregnant pause to digest and consider that elaboration, Omi gave a small nod and loosened-- but didn't change-- his sitting position. It was something. Not the real heart of the problem, and not near enough to change his mind, but enough to soften his hostility, and to break the stare he'd been holding to a less aggressive focus on the bat emblem across the man's chest.

"I want to make one thing clear... I'm not a traitor. No level of rapport or diplomacy-- or intimidation-- is going to change that."

So don't even try to get me to talk.