That gets a scathing look, sharper for the deep wrinkles around those bright, bright eyes.

"Sorry if I don't want to lay myself bare for some stranger that can't even finish their one fucking job," they say crisply, and for a moment they sound less like a crotchety old man and more like an English young adult. Something real breaking through with the depths of their frustration. "You came here. That means you're part of our story. And if you don't play your part, it'll play you."