A little of the bouncy friendliness leaves him as he fumbles for an answer. "Not really a fan." He'd help it if he could. He's even beginning to suspect that he's not that weird for this place and the people who've been pulled her. But he can't shake the cold, instinctive fear of being found out. The conviction that he'd be either torch-and-pitchforked or dissected if discovered remains even under very different circumstances.