Ah, that glare at the backslap. It's just like being around old Chu again -- although, of course, he doesn't actually know Jiro. He should hold off on pushing too many of his boundaries until they're good enough friends that he won't end up bludgeoned and stuffed under some air handling equipment.

Say, two or three days.

"This place has to have some way of knowing who the Overseer is," he points out. "Master passwords, code keys -- now that's something to ask the robots."