William stood a few feet away. He alternated between watching Nakamura work and glancing at Morrigan, clearly gauging her mood.
"How long is this going to take?" Morrigan muttered, breaking the tense silence.
William shrugged. "Hard to say. Could be minutes, could be hours. Depends on what he finds."
"Great," Morrigan said. "So we just stand here and twiddle our thumbs while that psycho pokes around Kazuo's insides?"
"He's not going to hurt him," William said. "We've got eyes on him the whole time."