Quinn goes to the office, not wanting to go back home just yet. He thinks about Carrie, and the look of confusion on her face when he wondered whether it was all worth it anymore. She hadn't ever questioned it, and that blind belief scares him and he finds himself for the first time in a long time judging her. But maybe it just means she was made for this in a way he wasn't. And for so long he had thought it was the other way around.

When he gets to the office he sees Fara in one of the conference rooms, with a stack of papers in front of her, head bent low. He thinks about just leaving her to it, but curiosity gets the better of him.

"Working late?"

She looks up startled but recovers quickly.

"I just wanted to go through everything with Jevadi one last time."

He had noticed her frustration earlier in the day with the route they were taking.

"You think we should have tried him here?" He asks taking a seat opposite him. She seems surprised that he is staying but merely shrugs her shoulders.

"It doesn't really matter what I think."

"Not really, but I'm interested."

"Okay." She seems to steal herself to launch into something but instead says quietly with some weariness. "I think a day in court is too kind for him. We are being too kind to him."

He is annoyed that she has held back what she really thinks and tries to provoke her, "I didn't realise you were so patriotic."

She is really looking at him now and he sees her eyes are jet black.

"Why is that? Because I wear this?" She fingers the material of her headscarf and he sees a strand of black hair poke out from the top. "And that doesn't make me as American as you? But you are right, I am patriotic. I am patriotic to this country which is now mine, and to Iran, the country of my family. And because of that I want to see scum like Jevadi pay for the crimes he has committed in both nations."

He eyes her impassively and he sees she regrets saying too much.

"I don't understand how this works. I guess I'm naïve." But she holds his gaze and the almost apologetic words don't match her straight posture and clenched fist.

"Yeah, well. I don't understand it that much anymore either."

She half-smiles at his admission and he can see her relax a little.

"Was everything ok with the ex-wife, the police, I heard you had to confess…"

"It was fine. More than fine."

She is looking at him curiously now and he turns away and gets up to leave.

"Well. Good night."

"Good night Quinn."