He was awesome, and Elena needed that cigarette, thanks. She was going to light up and let the nicotine fix calm her down before continuing.

"I don't know," she said. "I don't know him well enough. Maybe he thinks it's not our place to interfere, or maybe he doesn't want help from the Turks. If we stop Nibelheim ..."

Then what happened after that? It was an enormous blank slate.