"Standard fare Spector tonight. Lockley's on lunch, Grant's rehearsing his lines, Khonshu's trying to teach me a lesson. Keeps sending some weirdo in a palette swap out to do some work. Think I hate the guy."
"Not for a long time. Ever have a quiet night between all the noise? Eventually, standard freaks you out more.
Ruin the reputation. Make messes you have to clean up. At least your alternatives aren't religious zealots to a crow-headed psychopath."
"The point. People think I wear white because I'm crazy. Maybe I am. But I'm a guy who's fought werewolves, vampires, drug barons, kingpins, gangs, serial killers and monsters in white.
I'm the one who's still telling those stories."
"It's the calm. You hear the stories from boat crews, been at sea so long fighting the elements - at first they welcome the shift. After a day or two, they start getting afraid. Start looking for weird shapes in the water, because something's coming."