Powell is looking back. His is the face of mildly curious indifference. He's probably done this exact same thing a great many times before. If there is one virtue he has learned over the years, it's patience. His answer is immediate.

"I ask to deduce what you know or would be willing to acknowledge; this is hardly the first time you've suffered indignities under the pretence of the greater good." They can tell from how other people tend to be a lot less together. Probably. Powell doesn't see fit to elaborate just at this moment.

"Of course, there is also the possibility that I have been misinformed." There really isn't, or if there is the relevance of the matter seems tenuous at best. And yet, the Agent sells it like he firmly believes it.