Felix wonders briefly whether Palmer means he didn't get along with Stratos or with this Garry fellow. He doesn't think his brother ever mentioned the man, at least not by name.

In any case, there's business to attend to. Felix winks at Jim as his husband bows out. Scheming may be the conjurer's specialty, but the captain he married has sharp wits when it comes to these things.

"Exactly," he says to Palmer. "Nothing is perfectly reliable in the Nexus, and even Loki may not anticipate the needs of every species who could visit your shop." More importantly, it's Loki. You can't purvey substances supplied by a god of mischief and expect no 'surprises'. But Felix has the sense that Earth peoples don't think of these things.

So instead of saying that he offers, "I could give you the number to call, should anything happen."