[Wynter is deeply uncertain. And it's all down to this incident. He's anxious about trusting his instincts, because they'd gotten him killed.

And, frankly, his reaction, his suspicion that Belloq was lying, didn't have a solid basis. He didn't know him or the victim. The only reason he had for the suspicion was a gut one. A gut that had been betrayed by people who were as smooth with their language as Belloq was. And relying on your own traumatic transference to condemn a man who was merely eloquent was something he couldn't conscience.

So he was there, caught in indecision, playing with his glass, occasionally picking it up when a toast was called out but otherwise, frowning about his paranoia and the memories his struggle was bringing up.]