[There might be the vague idea of the metro, but nothing more than that. No, ought to keep the details out of mind.] Oh, I'm quite safe in here, so I'm not worried about that. And all I really have to worry about is when mommy decides she's had enough of me and sends me off to jail. You can be certain that if we still executed people, she would send me to the front of the line.

[Like she did to me before; she just couldn't pull the trigger herself. Let James poke all he want. Silva can poke right back. He can distract with other thoughts and memories. Perhaps he can plant false ideas, send him running off the wrong direction?]