[His eyes light up at listening to her plan, and there's the sound of a pen scratching behind the feed. He's listening, but the furious strokes of kanji being written on a pad of paper sound, like he wants to get this all down...plus some writing of his own.]

I've got people. Bonnie, I--Armstrong, that stone-cold ice queen? [He goes into Japanese for a second, muttering to himself.]

[Kaneda, form sentences.]

If you can get the Americans to say yes, I've got the perfect team to find em.