"Do I think the Bureau is behind this? Yes."

He headed for two seats open at the bar and asked for rootbeer and told the bartender he was paying so Harleen could get whatever she wanted.

"Do I think they are targeting us specifically? Uh... I don't think they spy out on the city and they just point to someone walking down the street and are like 'Them!' But I donno, maybe they do do that.

"I can't prove I'm more credible. But I know it's not smart to badmouth the Bureau right in front of them."