[ That's all logical. Clever, even, and Fitz casts him a curious look before looking away again. It takes him a second to mull over his answer, but it sounds more nonchalant than the previous stilted attempts. ]

Yeah. But they know what they're doing, don't they? Whatever that is. Some of the people they've brought here, it'd be sort of.

[ The sentence stops abruptly rather than trailing off, and there's a sense of irritation to the silence that follows; he shuts the door of the cabinet he's been digging through, straightening up. One hand lifts, fingers snapping together once, twice like he's trying to remember something just out of reach. ]

Difficult. To take.

[ Not him, personally. But he hadn't been alone before he showed up here, and some of the others he's run into hardly come off as harmless. ]