"Technically, maybe, I don't know," Danny semi-concedes with a point of a finger. "But it's basically as big as me and I'm the size of a regular man. Okay, that's not miniature. I wanna make the Tyrion Lannister of Yankee Stadiums. I'm gonna show Jersey how it's done right."

Ranting about the Bridge and Tunnelers is about as normal as Danny can get. Usually he would have a pit of mild anger in his stomach while doing so, rather than the knot of nerves that is currently residing there instead tonight.

He lifts the back of his hand to his hairline, trying to discreetly catch a bead of sweat before it fully forms.

"So... You in?"