Shaking his head slowly, minutely, side to side.

"You're a lunatic," Carson says, making to pull away. "I had business in that building, on the -- on the fourteenth floor, not that it's any of your business, and -- "

As though struck by a sudden epiphany, Carson's words come out in a rush. "Somebody's waiting for me, and if I'm not there in five minutes they're going to tell the authorities. And they have a trace on me. So let me go and I won't have you arrested."