[He looked at those fingers. Stretched out, understanding, exposed. Vulnerable. It was a breed of fluidity that Chilton didn't wish to afford himself; a flexibility that went beyond adaptation. Chilton nodded in response, accepting the implication, tending to the social order of their interaction. Hannibal Lecter was still taboo, still terrifying. He couldn't speak about how vibrant that catastrophe was, not right yet.

Perhaps not for some time.]

Question -- concerning your social network. How do you plan to hunt them down, in the instance of an emergency? Or is that, too, an as needed consideration?

After all, you seem to enjoy playing your cards close.