After taking some time to process the events on Wednesday, Ford had decided it would probably be best to just ignore all of the Fisks for a while, unless he was specifically tasked to collaborate with one of them on something. The most likely area for overlap was with Nemo, and since they had an extensive history together Ford was a little more confident in his ability to act like nothing was going on with him if he had to, at least for a few hours, but if he didn't have to put on an act he didn't want to press his luck. Which meant that when he saw Leonid Fisk heading his direction on Friday afternoon, his initial reaction was a flash of panic.

Fisk was just being friendly, though — he was just passing through, and they were marginally acquainted, so this was the nice thing to do — and Ford figured he could survive a conversation with him without doing anything too bizarre and giving himself away. He thought that as he returned the gentleman's handshake and mirrored his smile, anyway. He'd even started to answer: "Nothing too interesting toda—"

Why was there a piece of paper in his hand? Ford glanced down at it, brows knitting in confusion and his sentence dying on his lips. Without really thinking it over, he moved to open it (Ford was not the sort to typically be passing secret notes, and this was so entirely unexpected that it didn't even occur to him he might not want to open it right away). "Did you —?" drop this, he was going to say, except by the time he'd gotten the first two words out he'd seen what was scratched out on the paper, and the color drained out of his face.