[ Greg sits back in his chair. He runs a hand through his hair, then cups it over his mouth, thinking. Why is this so hard? ]

Krieg, do you have any connections out there?

[ He's staring hard at his lap. ]

I'm not talking musical, I'm talking like... a place to live. Or a bank account Virgo doesn't own, or... anything.

[ Literally the only thing Greg can think of owning that didn't belong to Virgo was his car. And he doesn't know where even that is, anymore. ]

This isn't me saying no, man, I don't care about having a cushy life or whatever. But it's something we gotta do with a plan.