 How does Joe feel about Brett-James and Reston-Farrell?
And at that moment, the universe caved inward upon Joseph Marie Prantera. The other spoke precisely and slowly, the way a highly educated man speaks a language which he reads and writes fluently but has little occasion to practice vocally. Joe had been born in Naples and his mother had died in childbirth. Lawrence Reston-Farrell said, "You are not being constrained. Joe gingerly tried swinging his feet to the floor and sitting up, while the other stood watching him, strangely. It opened on his approach, the door sliding back into the wall in much the same manner as the room's door had opened for Reston-Farrell. Reston-Farrell said, "I am afraid, Mr. Salviati-Prantera, that these are the only garments available. Reston-Farrell said compassionately, "Try this, it's excellent cognac." Joe Prantera stared at him, said finally, flatly, "What's it all about?" Reston-Farrell had approached the door by which he had entered and it reopened for him. Two were seated there now, papers, books and soiled coffee cups before them. Reston-Farrell, the one Joe had already met, was tall and drawn of face and with a chainsmoker's nervousness. Reston-Farrell said, "May I present my colleague, Citizen Warren Brett-James? Brett-James nodded to him, friendly, so far as Joe could see. Reston-Farrell said, "Of course," and then something else Joe didn't get.
 Joe thinks they are ridiculous and that Howard Temple-Tracy would make a better associate.
 Joe is a little intimidated by them as they seem to be significantly more educated than he is.  Joe doesn't know what to think. There's no such thing as time travel. He must be going crazy.  Joe thinks they are ridiculous and that Howard Temple-Tracy would make a better associate.  Joe thinks they are cowards as they are unable to kill their enemy themselves.