[He gives a nod in return, empathetic if not overtly friendly. There's a faint disdain in his expression now that hints at what he feels about being here. He's not above frustration on behalf of others who had just as little choice in the matter.]
It's a skill any man can learn. I couldn't begin to guess why I was chosen. [That's one truth and one lie.] Call me paranoid, but it puts me on edge not to know the details of where I spend my time. You never knew when you might need a bolthole.
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[He gives a nod in return, empathetic if not overtly friendly. There's a faint disdain in his expression now that hints at what he feels about being here. He's not above frustration on behalf of others who had just as little choice in the matter.]
It's a skill any man can learn. I couldn't begin to guess why I was chosen. [That's one truth and one lie.] Call me paranoid, but it puts me on edge not to know the details of where I spend my time. You never knew when you might need a bolthole.
[Or just lunch.]