[ Rust knows next to nothing about the NSA. About the only thing he is certain of: no fucking NSA agent is announcing himself as such to a total stranger on a dubiously secure channel.

So there's a pause as he takes that onboard, corrals his frustration at this man's refusal to provide anything in the way of concrete detail. Then he continues, drawl lazier, blander, if anything: ] Afraid your personal objections got no bearing on my reasoning.

[ Another pause, this one calculated. ] So you're gonna tell him Martin broke his confidence, see what that whips up? How he reacts? [ Rust hums thoughtfully into the walkie. ] That's smart.

[ He does not think it's smart, but he doesn't see Mr. NSA going back on his own idea. If Rust puts his stamp on it, though, maybe. ]