Well, Turnbull may have abased himself once more, but it seems some good came of it. There was no longer any trace of 'oh God, what did you do to me?' in Ray's voice, just everyday annoyance. He mentally chalks this up as a moral victory.

Now, before he manages to bungle anything else, he'll just bow out gracefully. Besides, it's not as though he'd be much use to them at this point anyways. "Ah, I see. Well, good luck with the investigation, gentlemen. I believe I'll get right to unpacking my things and settling myself back in." He busies himself with gathering his bags back up in order to avoid seeing their (no doubt) scornful expressions.