And here I thought you were a travel agent. [Agent Washington. He's right about being easy to peg, on that front at least. A touch of amusement still tucked into the corners of his mouth, Dick signals his agreement to moving somewhere else by reaching to untuck his scarf from a pocket and wrapping it loosely round his neck.]

I've also been a docker. Bartender. Croupier. Museum Curator. Gym teacher in a British girls' boarding school.

[Which was a front for the international espionage he - Agent 37 - was actually working for. He stands up, reaching for his coat.]

It's less a trajectory than a pin-ball machine. But I'm always an acrobat.