[At the mention of the truth, he props up the communicator so he can lean back on the stool, looking properly thoughtful...for a guy in what he's wearing, he looks thoughtful. It's a good thing that bill of his hat obscures his face, because it would be obvious his disdain for being lumped in with Gideon and Chilton, both who were using (or had been; he and Gideon didn't chat frequently) while he'd done everything he could to ignore his old career and play with fish and maggots. At least Chilton had gone right back to the same. She could go after that, but Will?

Shit, he didn't even want too many people knowing him because that's what he's always wanted.]

The truth has been difficult to piece together with...time variations. [One hand picks up his hat so he can run the other hand over his face, looking properly tired and somewhat defeated.] But you're right, Freddie. Gideon is a murderer, Chilton is hardly the picture of ethics, [Defeat falls away immediately, replaced with confidence behind stating facts other than anything vague. Fast facts, rapid fire, like he'd already had this memorized (he didn't).] you have made a living taking the employment of various law enforcement workers, at least one of which ended up shot in the head when he confronted you. You then released intimate information that led to a young woman in a coma nearly being kidnapped and turned into a— [He reaches into the front pocket of his shirt, same gesture one would use to find a pen, acting more like he was getting a phone number than anything else.] —you're right, the truth has to come out. Do you want to be called Freddie Lounds or Miss Freddie Lounds?

[Though he kind of wants to see what she'd do if he didn't. Tells the world Gideon's a murderer and Chilton's an asshole, watch everyone stare at her because it's already known.

...could be worth it?]