"I'd like that." There's some weird persistent guilt, some pressing thing that knows he should tell her more about what's wrong with him, and just how dangerous it can be, but maybe soon. Right now, he has a handle on it; it isn't going to just emerge and kill anyone in sight. It's too smart for that, and he and Vasiliy are keeping it fed.

But... she could be someone to tell it to. Clearly, she's seen her share of wild shit. He'll keep an eye on things, see what... progresses. Hopefully nothing does worsen, but if it does, it's good to have people on your side. Everything could go south around here, fast.

"Please, I could use all the help I can get." Konstantin laughs, holding up his stupid basket in gesture. The company would be nice, too. "I don't want to poison myself if I can help it."