Aw, man. She's actually making him pick up trash. As Jim grabs refuse with a surgically-gloved hand and places in the bag candy wrappers, empty bags, scripts for the first five episodes of this show, and a single piece of paper reading "Résumé Of Lloyd Braun," Pawn sheds wasteful bits of backstory all over the highway Jim is trying so hard to keep clean. She lets him know, "New plan. Sloman wants me to take you along on the buy." Jim thinks he knows why he's become a part of the plan: "The man kills for sport and I'm next?" She promises him she has the whole sting completely under control, but Prufrock shows all of his cards for a change and lands the only negative payout in town when he snipes, "You have a reputation that doesn't inspire confidence, Agent Mitchell." She asks with vengeance if he did a background check on her, and he responds, "Of course I did," failing to add the painfully obvious, "I do background checks on everyone. I do background checks on blind dates and tollbooth collectors and houseplants and cats. And then I whore out my assistant to do a couple more. How do you think I landed here in the first place? The bizarre bureaucratic perk of almost-legal invasion of privacy. Jeez, where have you been, locked in a trunk? Oh wait, that was me." He tells her that her inability to adhere to departmental protocol "doesn't exactly make me eager to accompany you out to the desert and serve myself up to Dwight Sloman on a platter." Pawn defends her dossier, reminding him that "if you want to catch criminals, you have to act like one," but Jim's armed with the rejoinder, "You act the part a little too well." Well, she's no Scarlett Chorvat, but let's not get crazy here.