For the first time since leaving their home, John looks at Martin head-on, his own expression flatly incredulous. "The file...?" he slowly enunciates, as if, contrary to all outward appearances, there is only one file in the entire building and Martin is some sort of simpleton for needing any clarification. Truth be told, they have a lot of files on site, and while he rather likes the idea of sending Martin to fetch one that definitely doesn't exist, his patron keeps responding to his private 'which file' queries with legitimate answers instead of more helpful inventions. He's having a hard time making something up amidst the noise.

But he sees no reason not to mine his own internal waffling for its full potential. Letting himself straighten in nascent indignation, he continues, "Don't tell me you've forgotten the current project."