[Armed Detective Agency. That sounds threatening and vague at the same time. More importantly...]

Just Owen's fine.

[Or Mr. Grady. He's not sure what Grady-san's about, but that's not something he can see himself answering to in the future.]

Yeah, that makes sense. Pretty sure I came from up there.

[Nowhere else to fall from, however..]

How's about we both climb back up and figure out a plan once we get that far?

[PLS...he weighs a lot...probably. He drinks too much beer to play tug of war above the incinerator with a puny kid.]