"Enough," Matt said coolly, eyes narrowed behind his shades, hand slipping into his pocket and emerging a moment later with his phone. Between the shouting and the screaming and the broken glass and general noise output of the room, it was a wonder the cops hadn't already been called to the scene.

"You can save your justification and excuses for your trial, Dent. I'm sure a judge and jury would love to hear all about your point of view, but this isn't the time or place." He flipped open his phone and started to dial, speaking to the Question now, "Keep an eye that he doesn't go for the gun in his pocket. Last thing we need is another body in here."