[Poor, poor little rich boy you are now, Roman Godfrey. He regrets hauling it all out. It is clear that Lydia has some serious shit going down. He looks away and nods before looking back.]

I didn't mean it as a contest. Just. That's what's going on more or less.

[Shruuug.]

Did they tell you how to go back at all? Or just...pop in and pop out like whack a mole?