Lightman: Congratulations. Once again, you’ve arrived at the foreign destination of “none of your damn business”.
Torres: Man, I don’t get you.
Lightman: Good. Stop trying.
Torres: Fine, pretend you don’t give a damn of what’s going on with her; I know you do.
Lightman: Sit down. Look, in case you haven’t figured it out yet, it’s different when you’re one of us. Everybody has things they don’t wish to share.
Torres: But she’s your friend!
Lightman: You’re not listening to me. In this workplace, in everything that we see, we have to be very clear on the rules.
Torres: You and Foster have rules?
Lightman: If there’s something she wants tell me, she will. Everything else—everything else I see—I ignore. I trust her to take care of herself.
Torres: Wow. Where did you get religion?