"Mmm, I believe that was," he looks away, his eyes briefly displaying static rather than the red glow with white diode pupils, "forty-six days ago. I've no clue who he's told or not, but I didn't think it was supposed to be kept secret."

Maybe it was, no one told Max not to say anything, but he also doesn't really share information that often anyway. He doesn't move, but his head turns to follow Rich's pacing.

"There's infinitely more options than fading away or being a horror movie extra. Especially since I have no idea what that second option is even supposed to be. There's nothing that mandates we stay here, which opens so many different possibilities."

A few more rounds of pacing, "What is that supposed to accomplish? You're not going to figure out what to do in an instant."