[ Maybe a little hesitation, seeing as Tony is staring at him as if in silent hope for questions he can answer, but he looks down at his food so as to mash some bread into his stew. ]

You shouldn't be. I don't really-- I'll figure it out, figure him out, but I don't know him. You know.

[ He takes a wolfish bite of food, and reaches for his tankard. ]

And I'd rather get ahead of whatever might come out in the course of him existing in proximity. Ms Poppell will probably take it as it comes, it's all the same to her [ he adopts her accent, there, before reverting ] but I said I'd tell you about it sometime anyway.

You know some stuff. Aliens is a big one.