Really? That's what you're leading with?

[Carter hurries to follow behind, gesturing at whoever is unfortunate enough to deal with them now.]

I'm sorry. She hit her head. [He even makes the little gesture up towards his temple, yeah, what can you do.] ... But, uh, you didn't actually kidnap us, right?

[A beat. He leans forward, eyes narrowing.]

And this is Chicago, right?

[That's even more important. Not because of the fear of the impossible, no. It's about being right now and that trumps everything.]