Most of what the man said was lost on Wyatt, the words strung together too quickly for him to even hope to pick over the context for meaning. Flags and the Japanese and inspection... Blinking, he tried to keep up, trying to figure out what any of it had to do with the question at hand, just about to tell him to calm himself and speak plain when he suddenly switched directions.

Wyatt latched onto the bit he did understand, frowning at the back of the stranger's neck.

"You were talkin' to someone."