[Well, there's a surprise, but Foggy's gotten good at rolling with the punches. Or at least he's pretending to be, anyway, it might just be that the shock hasn't quite worn off yet and the panic will set in later, just as soon as he's not busy putting together a picture of how this new world works and how he's supposed to go from here.]

Master of coin—oh, so he was Treasury Secretary? [It's the closest analogy he has, anyway, and it's not an inaccurate one, either. And hey! At least the guy seems like he's got some experience in government. Foggy makes a note of that in his notebook.

He whistles, lowly.] And here I thought getting your melon chopped off was bad. That sounds so much worse. [Killed by a pig. Yeesh, what a terrible way to go for anyone. He sets the notebook aside, tucks his hands into his pockets.]

So if this Baelish guy used to be "master of coin", what about you? What did you do before you got dragged here?