[Come on, look at this youthful glow.] He a cop?

[Blake misses other cops. There's something about guys you can swap war stories with, who've seen the same things you have and who aren't hair monitors with green hair.

He waves his hand in front of his face.] That sort of thing is private information. You don't go announcing it to some damn stranger.

[Well that's a relief.] Oh. Is that all?