[Ugh, it's starting to grate against Desmond's nerves. Why does the world hate him this much, to fling old ghosts at him? Scratching at the insides, and he's just shoving it down. It works better than trying to ignore it.]

Look, I've got enough purpose. [Chosen, or not.] Sorry if I'm not very excited.

[Nothing to be said about a better sense of humor. That tends to drop when Desmond's finding that he suddenly can't stand the sound of this man's voice.

It's annoying, for some reason. (For reasons that he doesn't really care to examine.)]

There shouldn't be any 'figuring out'. Personally, I'd like some form of universal cab, because this is starting to get less hilarious by the minute.