Of course. Having nothing to do at all with the fact secrets probably make you feel Vulnerable. [ She scoffs, and after a beat: ] They sure make me feel vulnerable, anyway.

[ Satisfying to get that humorous, huffy scoff out of him though. This stranger is already warmer than Anton, that's an easy call from here. She's suddenly very glad she decided to speak to him, no matter how briefly, instead of attacking. He's pretty built though, she can't help but notice; his Pituitary Extract would likely be valuable to her. ]

Sorry if I intruded on the Manly Solitude. I can leave you to it. I do have other obligations. I suppose I was just curious how far that religious bullshit spread across space and time. Pretty fucking far, sense you recognized it.

[ a partial truth, at least. ]