Echo is getting a little grumpy. "Well, we'll see tonight. If it's a setup, we'll just run. But it's better to see what Whitman's got tonight, when everyone's there, then to wait til he brings it to us." He messes around with the little cupcake in his hands, somewhat sheepishly. He's done with speeches for today. "Milo, how's that leg? You're still good to run, right?"