He sneaks a peek to the side, looks at Jensen out of the corner of his eye. Jensen's pulled together here, somehow even more composed in his own element. He lounges in the chair, bare feet propped on a hassock, as Flight of the Valkyries plays, pen sucked between his lips, intent on his book.

Полет валькирий!
Он там Вагнера слушает!
Вагнера! А там такое происходит! xD