Heaven forbid I... what is it they do? [ A beat. ] Oh yes, become someone's snack. I think they'll get sick from all the toxins.

[ He says it so casually, but when one lives in a polluted city underground for most of their life, it's a fact of like that his blood is probably already swimming with plenty of foul things. Or being a shard bearer has already fixed that, but Silco likes to think he's still himself. He hasn't been dissipated. Yet. That had to count for something. ]

I suspect she knew a lot more than either of us could learn in a few short days. Anything of particular interest?

[ Well, if he was going to share... ]