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Walter didn't sleep at all last night. He spent as much of it as he could trying to figure out what, if any, damage Zopf's interview had caused and... maybe more importantly, what damage Caro's had done. Those questions sat weird with him long after he'd given the all clear that she'd salvaged the moment. Sure the sponsors and the audience probably didn't much of those particular questions, but they had been very specific. Someone had been trying to make a point with them and Walter can't stop worrying over it.

So he paces, strategizes and drinks the night away. By the time the sun rises he's sobered (and showered) up, and actually dressed despite it being his usual hours for grumping about in his bathrobe. He takes to the dining room before the staff even begins to set out breakfast, and he waits. And he waits. Weyoun should be out soon.

So he waits some more.

Where the fuck is Weyoun.

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"They're kind of like rats. Capitol people keep them as pets." Walter's way more amused at Zopf's discomfort than he has any reason to be. "Sae's a damn miracle worker, as much beef as she manages to get."

He finishes his food of and settles back, crossing his arms over his chest. "Alright, you little shits have about... half an hour to get yourselves together."

After a moment he adds. "I'm including you in this category, Weyoun, I don't care if you spent all night fucking Data on the roof and you're tired. You're still on the clock today."