TeeVee drops to the ground, all the changes vanishing and the jumpsuit reforming to a two sleeved form.
He immediately sits down, eyes still wide, still looking freaked out.
TEEVEE: Yeah… you're right.
MAX: I am concerned about See's, though…
MAX: You see, TeeVee, the TCP you described…
MAX: They could only be Monroe.
MAX: There is no doubt in my mind, from that description.
MAX: And to me, that makes me concerned about safety.
MAX: Both to See, and my group.
TeeVee nods along, clearly only half paying attention.
MAX: The way I see it, this could be one of two things…
MAX: See in danger at their hands, about to be harmed brutally…
MAX: Or See making a horrible choice.