"Think I can get away with smoking anyway? It's a different breed down here, I know that. But I need it." [At least, that was how he felt. And if he felt like he needed it, then right now, he needed it. Because Costigan knew enough to know there were other pills stashed somewhere in this house if they guy was on him and he might get to the point where he was desperate enough to look.]

[The inmate hadn't really looked around a lot before calling Dick in a panic and it occurred to him that maybe, just maybe, he had a life he hadn't discovered yet. The thought made him a little nervous. Maybe the lack of pictures meant something else entirely. The undercover quickly dismissed the idea, but dedicated his mind to exploring as soon as Dick had left. To the latter theory, he gave a nod.] "It would make sense, I guess. I found a unifahm--uniform. Fuck, I need to drop the accent."