Two-One shrank back a little from Alexander's questioning, shuffling further back on the stool to try and put what little distance he could between them. He knew what his answer would be, but it probably not exactly what the man wanted to here. Feeling the edge of the stool with his feet, he snatched another look down at the fog, before twisting his head about to stare, with one eye, at Alexander. The plan, if it should come to that, was to take that final step backwards, tumble to the floor, and run.

 "[color=fff79a]Honestly. I hope not. Haven't [i]seen[/i] the oil come from me, still [i]think[/i] correctly, but have never been taken apart to check,[/color]" Two-One lowered his head, meekly, in an attempt to convey an apology of sorts, "[color=fff79a]so cannot be certain. Just hopeful. I do not want to be taken apart to find out. I do not want to take you apart to find out what is inside you either. We are in agreement?[/color]"

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