[Bourne shook his head and waited for Costigan to mellow out - even though that might take several lifetimes. High-strung was the simplest way to put it; he was all wound up about everything that was going on.]

"You're welcome." [He considered Costigan's demands. They were pretty reasonable, all things considered. Information for information and permissions.] "I can do that. What I want - obviously, there's access to your records, and anything else about what the inmates are doing day-to-day if shit like this keeps happening." [He hooked his thumbs into his jeans pockets.] "That's it."