[ Squalo's welcome to play Boy Guide. John might even encourage him. The exercise should warm him up, even if he never manages to catch anything on fire. If they had some flint for a spark, that would be another matter. These are times he wishes he smoked. They could have used the lighter. ]

More than a hundred days looking at the survival guide they sent 'round when I got here. They've found tunnels, this place downtown. Just a matter of time. Sounds like this place is ripe with puzzles. You much of a detective, then?

[ There's some wry and private humor there to be found in the right company. Squalo's probably not it. ]