[If Bourne's hands hadn't felt half frozen, maybe he would have been able to get out of Haytham's brick-to-the-head situation. All for the best, probably, since he really didn't feel like getting into an actual fight again so soon after his chance meeting with Costigan and the ensuing mistaken-identity brawl.

At the surprising offer of gloves, he considers his options.] Do I really have a choice? [he asks, his tone dry, but a bit of a smile on his face nevertheless.] Not so great at building defenses, but I've got a decent throwing arm. Sure. I'll join up.

[And to finalize his committment to the war effort, he accepts the gloves from Javert, slowly and just as cautiously as they were offered.] So are we done wasting time holding me at brickpoint? Because I don't think anyone else is interested in taking a time-out so we can get our act together. [As if on cue, a snowball whizzes by overhead.]