Crabb huffs a faint laugh. "Yeah, you sure did look a little bleedin' nuts to the me back then, but if there's anything worth looking like a nutcase for a bit... God, he deserved that. Bleedin' slimy bastard. Everything he did to me and Johnny and he got away with just— going out in a cave-in of his own creation. Only saving grace was he went out knowing he'd failed."

It's at this point she finally gets herself a pint too. Most conversations about Cragen lead to alcohol in her hand, but it's a little different.

"...you're a good man, Watson. Really respect how little you bleedin' hesitated once he said who he was, honestly."